hiiwriteforfun
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She sang to survive, never expecting her voice would change someone else's life.
Performing at a local town bar was all Y/n knew, her only source of income and escape. But when a mysterious stranger appeared in the crowd hiding behind a hoodie, a black beanie, and a mask covering the bottom half of his face, he looked more like a thief than a man trying to enjoy his night at the bar. The only thing that seemed familiar were the eyes she had only seen through a screen.
The forgotten rockstar, Connie Springer.
And what better way to earn money than working for the fallen star desperate to reclaim the career his addictions had destroyed? What could possibly go wrong when you're writing songs for the known walking disaster.