Broken Elevators and Chance Encounters

Broken Elevators and Chance Encounters

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Stella is a known artist across the world for bringing inspiration and hope to everyone far and wide. She is loved by all. But Estella is different then her stage name. She's shy and doesn't like being the center of attention it's only when she's on stage that she becomes he true self. What no one knows is that Estella has a very dark past. and there is a reason she has so many walls up. What happens when someone she met on a chance encounter threatens to break down every wall she has. Can she handle that? (I know my description sucks but just give it a try please :)
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