The Janitor Girl Sang One Song, and the Billionaire’s Son Stopped Laughing

Beside him were board members, sponsors, and parents who knew exactly where their names were engraved.

Backstage, Brooke wore a deep red dress that looked made for her.

A private vocal coach held her water bottle.

Mrs. Cross fluttered around her like Brooke was a winning horse before a race.

I stood in a storage dressing room.

My dress was navy blue.

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