dim. The hushed whispers of the crowd reach me as I blend into the dark backdrop. The butterflies come back with a vengeance. The curtains jerk, and for a split second, I consider bolting to the dressing room to hide. Running off the stage seems like a better option than humiliation. The spotlights pierce the dark and cast me in a yellow glow. Too late now. And then, I see him. Without understanding why, my eyes travel to him as I wait for the music to start. Graham sits with the same guys who always surround him, hoping to become a fraction of who he is. I don’t know their names and don’t
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