CrazedWriter123
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Becky didn't want to be here. Nam had practically dragged her to this underground venue to watch some guitarist she'd never heard of. "Just give Freen a chance," Nam had insisted. "She's exactly what your band needs."
Becky nursed her beer, rolling her eyes. She could find her own musicians, thank you very much. The fact that their last guitarist had quit three weeks before their biggest gig was just unfortunate timing.
Then the lights dimmed, and Freen Sarocha Chankimha stepped into the spotlight.
The music that flowed from her guitar was pure magic-haunting, raw, beautiful. Freen moved with fluid confidence, completely at home on stage. When her eyes swept the crowd and locked with Becky's for one electric moment, something shifted in Becky's chest.
This wasn't just technical skill. This was artistry.
As the final notes faded and the crowd erupted in applause, Freen smiled directly at Becky across the dim room. That smile sent warmth spreading through Becky's entire body, making her pulse quicken in ways she hadn't expected.
She'd come here reluctantly and found exactly what her band needed. But she'd also discovered something she hadn't known she was looking for.
What Becky didn't know was that Freen already belonged to someone else.
Converted fanfiction!! Credit goes to original author!