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But ugh, the creeps she deals with—makes me wanna puke! One time, she’s tellin’ me ‘bout this sleazeball grabbin’ her arm, and I’m like, “Honey, kick him where the sun don’t shine!” She laughed, but her eyes? Empty. Like, “the world has stopped.” Oof, that hit me hard. Still, she’s got sass—called him a “two-pump chump” and strutted off. I was DYIN’! *NAAAHAHAHA* Love her for that!

Finally, it was time for the gig. I’m pumped, but also nervous. The amphitheater is packed! I step on stage, and the crowd goes wild. I start playing, and it’s like magic. The energy is insane! I’m pouring my heart out, and then—boom! My guitar string snaps. Seriously? Right in the middle of my solo! I just laughed it off, made a joke about it. “Guess my guitar wanted a break!” The crowd loved it.

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