I Won't Die for Their Fame

The rehearsal studio smelled like hot lights and old carpet. Cleo stood at the mic in pale pink, ready to be adored.
Daphne stood behind the speaker, where nobody was supposed to look.
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The rehearsal studio smelled like hot lights and old carpet. Cleo stood at the mic in pale pink, ready to be adored.
Daphne stood behind the speaker, where nobody was supposed to look.
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