Sure, you'll take care of it, just like the first time I asked you to do a bug sweep, I think to myself. I don't have time for this, between life, and school, and concerts... shit. With my father in prison I still have to do the scheduled concerts. I don't even know when my next concert is, much less the set list. I pick up my phone and call my press manager. She picks up on the first ring.
"Sang?" she answers, confused. I don't call her often.
"Jessica, do you have my concert schedule and set lists? Did my father give those to you?"
"I have your schedule right here. Your next concert is in two days at the Smithson's gala. You and a few other performers will be providing the music. I do not have a set list." I take in a breath. Two days. Create a set list. Perform. Oh god, I feel sick.
"Okay, thank you." And with that, the call is over. I pace around my room, half looking for cameras, half stressing out. The performance itself won't be that stressful, my father won't be there. But I have no idea what to put on my set list.
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The Concert
FanfictionAn Academy Ghost Bird fanfic. Violinist Sang has a sexually abusive past, can she learn to trust?
