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The Voice that stayed

The Voice that stayed

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Hi, I'm Katie. I've always believed that music has a funny way of finding us exactly when we need it. What started as a seven-year-old discovering One Direction during the X Factor days slowly became a soundtrack that followed me through childhood, growing up, heartbreak, friendship, self-discovery, and everything in between. Writing has become my way of making sense of memories, and this story is the most personal thing I've ever shared. While inspired by my own life, it's also a love letter to the little girl I used to be-the one who found comfort in songs long before she understood why they meant so much. When I'm not writing, you'll probably find me listening to music, watching concerts for the hundredth time, or collecting little moments that one day might become another story. Thank you for reading. I hope somewhere in these pages, you find a little piece of yourself too. :)
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"It causes your immune system to turn against you," I explained gently. The color terrifyingly drained from his face as he stared at his knuckles. "I have a spot," he whispered, his voice scraping like glass. "Right here." He let out a strangled noise as the stadium footage buffered. "Riley!" he shrieked, covering his burning face while peering through his fingers at his future self. "Those pants leave absolutely nothing to the imagination!" He went so unnaturally still I thought his heart had stopped beating. His charcoal-stained fingers curled into tight fists. "Fifty," he whispered, scanning the fatal summary on the glowing screen. "I am... I am gone at fifty." What if the only way to save your future was to completely abandon your past? In 1982, Michael Jackson is suffocating. Trapped behind his family's compound gates and drowning under industry pressure, the rising star just wants a life of peace and normalcy. The universe answers-violently ripping him from his timeline and dropping him onto the bedroom rug of Riley, a freelance graphic designer in the year 2025. Stranded forty-three years in the future, Michael must face a world that already knows his tragic history. But Riley fiercely refuses to let that history repeat. She offers him the anonymous, ordinary life he always craved, rebuilding his shattered confidence brick by brick and teaching him the radical concept of self-love. More importantly, she arms him with the ultimate weapon: the brutal truth. She gives him the exact names of the snakes hiding in his 1982 backyard, the upcoming betrayals, and the devastating tragedies he is destined to face. When the universe inevitably pulls him back, Michael is no longer the timid pop star terrified of his shadow. He is a king preparing to claim his throne, knowing exactly how to rewrite music history and what it takes to survive. But armed with the future, changing his fate might cost him the one person who taught him how to live.

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