the studio. I didn't answer my phone. I didn't eat. I just la

l, the humiliation, the heartbreak. I let it wash ov

y, I woke up and

hard numbness. The grief had been processed, burned away,

r on Instagram, on Facebook, on every platform. I deleted ever

went t

streak. The music I wrote was different. It was raw, powerful, and unflinchin

, a legendary Austin venue. We played the new songs, and the crowd went wild.

p my gear, a figure emerged from t

s Joc

t hair was a mess, her makeup smudged. She r

prisingly strong. "Where have you been? I've been loo

ed face. I channeled the coldness that had become my shield. I

my voice calm and pol

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