Becca Sabala

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Onstage, my fragile mind stops being consumed by a paralyzing sense of dread. When I’m playing the keys with thousands of cheering fans, a euphoric rush courses through my veins, filling my brain with a boost of serotonin. There, under the glaring spotlight, I’m offered a small reprieve from my constant pain and bathe in the momentary joy and vitality.
Grave Dissonance (Rhythm and Tempo, #3)
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