Mine Alone
I made sure I was entirely focused on what I wanted my life to become, if not for anything, for Jane.
The room smelled faintly of polished wood and something citrusy, like someone had wiped the place down minutes before I walked in. A standing microphone sat in the center, a keyboard off to the side, and a long mirror stretched across the wall; because apparently, singing wasn’t just about your voice. It was about everything.
“Shoes off.”
I blinked. “Sorry?”
Coach Smith didn’t look up from the notes in his hand. “You heard me. I need you grounded, not performing for the floor.”
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