Dahlia’s POV
As the final notes of the song faded, exhilaration pulsed through me, electrifying every nerve. I hadn't realized just how much I missed this—missed the thrill of music coursing through me, the rush of performing, the sheer joy of sharing it with someone who understood. Music had always been something that bound our group together. We used to jump at every opportunity to sing—karaoke nights, open mics, anywhere we could.
But after Finnian and I broke up, everything changed. The weight of awkwardness made it impossible to keep going. Jovie never had much interest in singing to begin with, and with Finnian and me avoiding each other, the whole thing just fell apart. So we stopped.
Tonight, standing on that stage with Silas, I remembered how much I loved this—the way the music
