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I’m quick to bring my phone to her face to let her see the mysterious, masked singer’s profile picture.
She whistles low. “Damn.”
My attention is back on the music blasting from the speakers. The voice is recognizable, but I don’t know the song.
“I don’t think I’ve heard this one.” I tilt my head in confusion.
As the deep voice soothes all my frayed nerves, I frown even more. I’ve definitely never heard this song at all.
“How did you get this?” I ask Marius.
His attention’s fixed on the road ahead.
“Marius?” I prompt.
His blue eyes turn to me.
“Where did you get this song?”
“Hm?” He tilts his head, confused.
“I know all of Specter’s covers.” I followed him for years, and I listen to his song on a loop. “This isn’t one of them."
“Oh, that’s not a cover. I get access to some of his non-released things. That’s an original.”
My jaw drops. “How?”
Marius grins. “Being me has its advantages.”
How fucking unfair is that? I’d do just about anything to be able to hear more of those songs, songs that have kept me sane through everything over the last few years, and he gets more just because he’s rich?
“Does he have a subscription thing you have to pay for for extra content, is that it?” I push.
I don’t have much money, but I’m willing to spend a hundred bucks a month to support my favorite artist—and to get more music to escape reality with.
I always listen to his voice to get out of my panic attacks. New songs work best, as they distract brain from whatever it’s freaking out about.
“No, nothing like that.” Marius pauses. “He isn’t ready to release original shit, but he shares them with a small circle for feedback.”
“Youknowhim?” I realize. “He’s a friend of yours?”
“Yeah, I know him.”
“Do you have more songs?”
“I think so. Have a look.”
Marius tosses his phone onto my lap. It’s already open on a folder entitled Specter, filled with dozens upon dozens of songs.
I squeal, fangirlingbig time.
Marius grins. “Who would have known you could drop the haughtiness and act like a normal girl?”
“Hey! She’s not haughty.” Violet is quick to come to my defense. “Just…reserved. Quiet. Wary of new people.”
“Yeah, she might look like she turns up her nose at people, but when you take the time to talk to her, she’s super nice,” Bex concurs.
I grimace. That sounds even worse than haughty.
