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Strumming the right chords is what makes a true connection...isn’t that correct, Miss Snoopy?” Suddenly, I feel the weight of everyone’s attention shifting my way. And it hits me with a pained gasp. He’s speaking to me. I whip my head around to stare at him in shock. He hasn’t moved an inch, not in the slightest—but now there’s a wicked quirk to his arrogant mouth as he watches me with eyes like pure cobalt. My shoulders stiffen. “I...come again?”
I’ve just been hired as chief editor for the most popular cultural and music messenger in Chicago, thank you very much. That, sir, is what I know about standards, and journalistic integrity, and ethics and...and lines I won’t cross just to get rich. I know enough to know you have no lines.”

