At twenty-two, she thought she'd already touched her dream.
She'd stood on stages, chased songs, and believed that once you found your purpose, it would never leave you.
But somewhere between the applause and the silence, she lost her rhythm.
Now she's staring at her guitar like it's a stranger, trying to remember the girl who once sang without fear - the one who prayed for auditions, took leaps of faith, and believed the world was waiting.
This isn't a story about losing the dream.
It's about finding it again - differently, quietly, and maybe even more honestly.
Because sometimes, the dream doesn't disappear.
It just grows with you.