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Kenna laughed, a little nervous. “I’m just a fan, but I’ve got a song in my head that I think could fit your style.”

At the bar, Kenna ordered a whiskey on the rocks, the ice clinking like tiny bells. She glanced at the stage and saw a lone figure—Maddy—adjusting the piano lid, her dark hair a halo of curls. The audience fell silent as Maddy’s fingers brushed the keys, and the first chord resonated like a promise. loveherfeet211009kennajamesandmaddymay hot

Later, as they packed up, Maddy turned to Kenna. “You’ve got something special. How about we record this and see where it goes?” Kenna laughed, a little nervous