Chapter 8: The Quiet Before the Storm

Anna sat in the silence of her dressing room, the walls adorned with posters of her past performances. Each one was a memory, a moment in time where she had poured her heart into her music. Now, those posters felt like echoes of a life that was slowly slipping away.

She picked up her guitar, the strings familiar under her fingers. She strummed softly, a melody only she could hear. It was a song she had been...