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It sold out within twenty minutes. She added additional days to each stop. They sold out even faster. Her former record company regretted their haste. They would have to learn to live with it.

And so now here she was. Glasses in place. Honey blond curls instead of a platinum blowout, breast pads sewn into her bra so she didn’t leak before she had time to pump after her set… Bits of Lily had always shown through LaLa’s facade, and someday maybe the world would know the real her, but let’s face it - LaLa was infinitely more fun. And she was ready to have fun.

Taking a deep breath, she gripped the microphone, the weight of it familiar, comforting.

Greyson stood off to the side, pride shining in his eyes as he nodded his support. She focused on Caleb and Ivy, who were standing stage right in the wings, anticipation etched on their faces, then closed her eyes and the world around her faded, leaving only love and music.

As she opened her mouth to sing, the first note erupted with a clarity she hadn’t known in years. It felt as if every moment of struggle had led her to this very instance—a reclamation of her identity, her voice, and her family.

The crowd swayed, caught up in the emotion behind her lyrics. Each word carried the weight of her journey, the pain and joy woven into a story only she could sing.

Lily was stronger, brighter, and ready to release the gift inside her.

As the last note lingered in the air, she glanced at Greyson, who was clearing the wet from his eyes and she felt a sense of peace settle within her. Whatever lay ahead, they would face it together, united by love, music, and the promise of new beginnings.