apy. The doctors were grim. I might hold a pick again, but complex

eb worked for. I couldn't stand seeing them, seeing him. I packed my things from my sm

, independent rival. Not as a performer,

o pick up my last check. As I walked down the hall,

a love song. You're supposed to

, her hand on his shoulder, her expression intense. The sa

nutes later and saw m

t are you

ng my

"I have a job for you. I need

t her, dis

ite a love song fo

keted as his song for me. The publicity will be huge. You

in, my talent, to fuel their fake romance

g inside

My voice was hol

ng I would ever write about my love for Chloe