Becoming Reina
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Última publicación sáb, nov 22, 2025
At eighteen, I should've been worrying about college, or life, or whatever normal girls my age care about. Instead, I accidentally went viral on Tumblr from my parents' tiny apartment. One late-night demo, one random reblog, and suddenly everyone thinks I'm someone worth listening to.
Now there's twenty-four hours of unexpected buzz blowing up my notifications... and I have no idea what to do with it.
How does a girl recording on a half-broken mic end up with a thousand reblogs overnight?
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