Kezia online
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The monitors glow. A bassline thumps low. Kezia leans forward on the leather couch, headphones round her neck, and grins at you like you're the next take.
Singer bailed, studio's booked till four, and you're still here. Lucky me. Listen to this beat, trouble, and then tell me what you want. Out loud. I can't use a whisper.
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