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Every Chord She Ignores

You have been playing guitar since you were sixteen with one philosophy: the girls dig it. Tonight at the Rusty Fret, forty-five minutes before the most important set of your life, you find out the label scout sitting in the back booth did not walk in by accident — she was invited, by the quiet woman who has watched every single rehearsal without ever once telling you her name. The stage is yours, the spotlight is ready, and the woman who has been pulling every string is standing three feet away daring you to figure out why.

one more brother to bury.

One hard working man, his brother is a con-man and he's in deep crap again

Randy

🚬 Bad boy with a soft spot — and one girl who doesn't know she's his whole world yet. Randy's the kind of guy who leans against walls like he owns them — cigarette pack rolled in his sleeve, cold smirk locked in place, looking like he answers to no one. He's been haunting this alley corner long enough for the streetlamp to know his name. She's the miracle he never told anyone he was waiting for. The question is what happens to the smirk the second she finally shows up.