Chapter 57
A few days later, the group gathered in the main studio. There was no choreographer today—just them. Tamaro had asked for a group meeting, which was rare enough to draw some surprised expressions. The guys sprawled around the room—some on the floor, others leaning against the wall, water bottles in hand, all waiting curiously. Tamaro stood by the keyboard, notebook in hand, looking down at the page for a long moment before speaking. "I... I wrote something," he said, eyes flicking up briefly. "It's not done yet. I'm still figuring out the second verse, but... I want you to hear it." The room went quiet with attention. No one spoke. No jokes. Just silence—and support. He sat at the keyboard and began to play. I wanted to hate you, But my heart stayed soft— Like it remembered every t
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