Priscilla sat in her small studio room, surrounded by dust-covered boxes of vinyl records that had once been her pride and joy. The sunlight had faded long ago in the fabric of her world, leaving her with the persistent dread of what was to come. After rising to fame with her soulful voice and magnetic performances, she had been dropped by her record label during a corporate shake-up. The bad press and whispers of scandal were far too much for the executives to stomach. Suddenly, she was no longer the golden girl but a tarnished memory…..
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