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“Don’t think I’m not on to your little game,” she said with her strong Southern accent. “Winning the audience over with your ‘fall’ and all those lies about how you and Jared aren’t seeing each other. Soon all of America will know what you’re doing.” I blinked at her. Was she threatening us? “I’m sorry?” “I’m going to win this thing. You’d best be staying out of my way.” She left the bathroom before I could come up with a witty comeback. I didn’t know what that was about or why she suddenly had such a problem with us. Was it because we were potentially her band’s biggest competitors? Or because I’d seen Jared shoot her down in the elevator? Whatever, I couldn’t afford to let her get into my head before I got on stage. I reached for my glasses, but they were gone. I checked the floor and
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