talking about, the one the critics were waiting for. Jennifer was slated for a duet with a super
alled. His voice was different, soft
ot. I know I messed up. L
part that still remembered the man I t
d. "Just us. I want to hear you play the song you're
mantic gesture designed to erase his sin
lley. It was dimly lit, empty except for a single microphone
t, my voice echoing
lack suits stepped out from the shadows. I didn't r
rom the control room.
anded, my hand tighte
flat, devoid of any emotion. "Jennifer ca
," I whispered
Ethan orde
t it was useless. I looked at Ethan, pleading. "Ethan, pleas
or a second, I thought I
y drawl. "Don't be a baby, Nicole. It's
o the microphone stand, his movements dealmost bored. "The one she uses f
on't!" I
. "I'm sorry, Nicole. But I owe her moth
ht the s
m. I heard a sickening crunch, a sound I
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