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Practice Makes Perfect
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Bree felt as if she hardly had a second of free time. Once everyone they’d chosen for the band accepted, practices were scheduled. Since Zelda had already booked so many jobs for Bree, she was playing at night and practicing during the day. It was an exciting whirlwind, but it also left her tired most of the time. She was living off of coffee and other forms of caffeine.
Jordan was directing their practices. He arrived far too enthusiastic for Bree’s taste early in the morning. “Hey, gang! I think the older stuff is really starting to come along. Let
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