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

still did nothing.

Now that page was in front of me.

Black notes packed the staff like a storm cloud.

The title at the top was faint.

“Elegy for a Fading Star.”

I had never seen anything like it.

Strange timing.

Wild jumps.

Words in a language I didn’t know.

It looked impossible.

Carter tapped the page.

“You love rage so much,” he said. “Sing that.”

My throat continue reading …