Carmela's POV
Carmela’s mind kept circling back to what her crew had told her the day before.
"You can't just meet them, Ma'am. You have to buy lots of albums to meet them. One of them, to be specific."
The thought nagged at her as she prepared for her morning routine. She stood in front of her dresser, tying her hair into a ponytail, her workout clothes snug against her frame. The faint glow of the early morning sun seeped through her window, casting soft light into her otherwise dimly lit bedroom.
Why do I have to buy lots of albums just to meet him? She wondered, her lips forming a slight pout as she slipped on her sneakers.
It was Monday—her rest day. And as usual, she had planned to go biking in the park for exercise. It was a habit she had picked up years ago, something that all
