The first time she walked onstage, the air changed shape. Not from fame, not yet, but from the quiet terror of realizing you were about to be seen too clearly. She didn’t chase approval; she stripped it of its power. People came expecting entertainment and left feeling rearranged, as if their certainties had been cracked straight down the midd… Continues…
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