Mr. Harrison, Wake Up—Your Wife's Gone novel Chapter 62

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On stage, Amelia gripped the piano, took a deep breath, and spent about a second pulling herself together.

Then she walked to center stage and, along with the band members Mars had brought to help, bowed to the audience.

She saw all the faces below, all those misty eyes.

Her lips parted slightly.

“Thank you.”

She spoke quietly, her voice neither happy nor sad–just a simple, normal phrase.

The audience erupted in thunderous applause.

It could’ve blown the roof off the entire studio.

Amelia looked away, slowly turned, and exited with the band.

She could feel Nathan’s stare burning into her the whole time.

But she wouldn’t look back.

They’d loved each other once.

But now? Not anymore.

She never doubted genuine feelings, but genuine feelings could flip in a heartbeat.

He was here for another woman anyway.

The second “Voice of Heaven” broadcast kept rolling.

Amelia had performed fifth; more singers followed.

This broadcast’s quality was insane, so during voting, the final rankings were crazy tight.

Amelia’s live audience votes were through the roof, but weirdly, her online votes were meh.

Not terrible, but a stark contrast to the live response.

So when the weighted scores got tallied, her overall score was solid but not the highest.

When Louie hit up Amelia’s private dressing room, he was shaking his head.

He’d busted his ass trying to fix things but was still too slow.

Sebastian was still fucking around.

Amelia brushed it off–no biggie. Once Louie handled the others, everything would get sorted.

For now, she just needed to avoid getting booted.

And she knew it wouldn’t be much longer.

In the audience, Harper was losing her mind with excitement.

This was infinitely better than watching on her phone or those garbage livestream clips.

She knew it, she just knew Amelia would kill it!

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During the commercial break, she kept gushing about the performance with her audience members.

Suddenly, she spotted something!

Someone was secretly recording!

Without causing a scene, she quietly crept closer, scoping out their gear.

Confirming it was legit recording equipment–tiny but real–her eyes lit up.

Just as Harper was figuring out her approach, she heard the person muttering furiously:

“Thank god I scored another overpriced scalped ticket from Rain. This time I got my own recording–let’s see you trolls keep trashing me!

“Elena’s fucking incredible as always, every performance is fire!”

“Whatever, I’m becoming Elena’s biggest stan. Y’all pushed me to this point, can’t blame me–I’m just a contrarian basement dweller!”

Harper got hyped hearing this.

Friendly fire!

Se7ven was celebrating when he heard movement behind him. Turning around nearly gave him a stroke.

Someone was eyeing his equipment hard.

“Are you Vivian antis? So what if I stan Vivian?”

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These hashtags featured clips of Vivian tearing up during contestant Elena’s performance and praising her vocals.

“At the charity gala, didn’t Elena jack up the price on that tanzanite Vivian wanted? Vivian’s such a class act–not only has she never talked shit abou Elena since the gala, now she’s giving props where props are due.”

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