She Left Me—Now I’ll Beat Her Onstage
Chapter 2: Masked and Unbroken
I opened my phone and checked my email. The screen glowed in the dark. A little beacon of hope. There was a notice saying I’d advanced in the competition.
“Guess writing songs isn’t impossible after all.” I grinned, feeling that old spark.
Two and a half months ago, everything changed.
Kids’ songs were everything, but their quality had tanked—hard. All the great classics seemed to have never existed. It was like waking up in a world where The Beatles or Stevie Wonder had never been born, and all that was left was watered-down nursery rhymes.
After that, I entered the competition as a masked singer—and made it to the top eight too. No one knew who I was, and I liked it that way. Just me, my music, and a shot at starting over.
I was about to share the news with Autumn, ready to take the music world by storm together, when I got slapped with divorce papers instead. Life had a funny way of flipping the script when you least expected it.
Fine—I'll take the crown myself. I could almost hear it—the crowd chanting my name, headlines splashed everywhere.
A few days later, semifinals. Game on.
