Day 23


My eyes are glued to my hands as I sit in an empty practice room, my fingers intermittently rising and falling against the long white keys of the grand organ piano, pressing down firmly as they move back and forth on the large, familiar instrument.

I haven’t sung in three days, ever since Vito put me on blast and ruined what little remaining normalcy I had left in my life for the rest of my semester—and possibly school year. Still, it feels like it’s been an eternity instead of just seventy-two hours.

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