The Edge Of The Universe
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It's 1995, and Gabby, a drummer and the creator of the band Velvet Midnight, is desperately looking for a lead singer. She and her bandmates, Penny and Marius, are very talented, but what even is a band without a lead singer? They put up posters, accept auditions, but nothing seems to work, so they'd find someone with an actual rock talent. Until her; Coraline. She was perfect, she was rock, and she was real.
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