Chapter 51 Chapter Fifty-One: Everything I’ve ever wanted.

Chapter Fifty-One: Everything I’ve ever wanted.

Angelina’s POV-Two weeks before the festival.

The rehearsal room smells like money—polished wood, imported resin, the faint metallic tang of a microphone that costs more than most people’s homes. I like that smell. It reminds me where I belon...

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