![]() ![]() I didn't want to know how Tod had scored seats a mere fifteen rows from the stage, but even my darkest suspicion hadn't kept me at home. Energy buzzed through me, setting my nerve endings on fire with enough kick to keep me pinging off the walls through high school and well into college. Excitement bounced off every solid surface, fed by the crowd and growing with each passing second until the auditorium seemed to swell with the communal high. Nash and I had great seats, thanks to his brother, Tod, but no one was sitting. Around us, thousands of bodies bobbed in time to the beat, hands in the air, lips forming the words, shouting the lyrics along with the beautiful, glittery girl strutting across the stage, seen close-up on a pair of giant digital screens. ![]() "What?" I yelled, my throat already raw from shouting over the roar of the crowd and the music blasting from dozens of huge speakers. I should have known it was all too good to be true. But advantages like that come with a price. She had the face, the body, the voice, the moves, and the money. ![]()
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