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I shake my head, telling myself that this girl handled this way more maturely than I did, and fall silent for a moment, absorbing her words, but still with a question on my mind.

“How would it be for you... if it were real? Not with me, but, like, having people make your life a soap opera just because you like someone?”

The only reaction Alexandra has to my question is a smile, almost melancholic.

“I think we’ll never know because, for me, it’s not a priority. I was really young when I married music, you know? Since then, men were never at the top of my list,” she explains, shrugging, and I nod.

I’m curious and trying to understand what made her marry music so early, but aware that now is not the time to look over that wall.

“But hey, you came here to chat or am I actually going to play Far Cry 4?”

“I’ll teach you how to play, A.Jzinho. Watch and learn.” She throws me a cheeky grin after calling melittle A.J.What I hate and she knows!

But she doesn’t are, cause she’s a little brat.

Beautiful, interesting, and hot.

But still, bratty.

Chapter Ten – Alex

Running from the past

Tripping on the now

What is lost can be found, it’s obvious

Edge Of Great - Julie And The Phantoms

The Trello in front of me shows the Portugal and Spain shows as completed, and there’s just today’s show left to close out France, which means the European tour ends in a month. I love every second of this, but my real life is waiting for me in Brazil, one week after it’s all over.

While the guys will have almost a month off until Thanksgiving, I’ve already got a show booked and three more in the works.

“MinasandBahiaare being a bit more complicated; it’s not like renting a place like that two months before the event is easy, right? But the demand is there, so it’ll happen,” Thalia warns, a little defensive. “And the São Paulo theater is only free next month, but they’ve put us on priority in case of any cancellations,” she says, excited, like anyone would cancel such a place at the last minute.

“Great, I’ve got that meeting with Victor today, I’m gonna try to feel him out to see if there’s a chance he can recommend me to a label in Brazil or something like that, you know?”

I pull the curtain of my room open a bit more, letting the natural light finish my makeup.

“That’d be great, because doing this independent stuff gets really expensive. If we close those six shows you want for this year, everything you’re earning with Vicious would go into venue rental, transport, accommodation, musicians, support,lighting… I even wanted to check out a DJ, but that would get way too expensive.”

“One step at a time, Thalia,” I scold her for thinking too big and apply a brown lipstick that matches my beige top. “Speaking of theaters, did you try that place in the metropolitan area ofMinasyou mentioned?”

“Girl, that place fits three hundred people, your demand is around three thousand.”

“Stop dreaming, Thalia. How are sales going forSolar?” I ask, checking my full look in the mirror, pretending not to be nervous about the answer.

My first show after the Vicious tour is gonna be atSolar de Botafogo, right in my backyard. A place where I saw my mom sing when I was still a kid. Her voice would fill the small space, bigger than life itself.

Now, two years after her passing, all I have left are the memories, a list of impossible dreams, and the desire to honor her legacy. Starting there isn’t just a symbolic choice; it’s also a way to feel like, somehow, I’m carrying the baton she could never carry to the end.

That makes me… feel tight in my chest, a mix of fear and expectation. Like, for a moment, any second now, I could look to my side and see her there, smiling proudly, ready to remind me that music was alwaysour thing.

“You look amazing, and the tickets sold out in three days,” Thalia interrupts my thoughts, her brows furrowed. “Told you last week.”

“No, you didn’t.” I sit back down, waiting for an explanation.

The tickets went on sale fifteen days ago. I was on stage in Madrid, and I had just sung Maybe in Spanish for the first time – and almost gave the Spanish Vagabonders heart attacks. That was the first conversation I had after getting off stage. Thaliacomplimented my performance, which she watched through TikTok fan lives, and told me the sales had gone through the roof. Only ninety tickets were left.

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