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

break.

But everyone heard it.

A few students whispered.

Somewhere to my left, someone laughed under their breath.

Mrs. Cross leaned toward another judge with a small, satisfied smile.

I kept singing, but the song had turned false in my mouth.

A song about longing.

A song about wanting.

But that was not what I felt.

Not anymore.

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