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“Everybody listen up!” Dwayne shouts, standing on a kitchen chair. Everyone turns to look at him, me included. “Good morning, y’all. How is everybody feeling? Did y’all get some rest last night?”
A lot of heads bob in answer. I notice that Luna is bright eyed and bushy tailed this morning, already dressed in black jeans and a fancy black top.
She must feel my eyes on her after a second, because she glances at me, a question written on her face. But I just glance away, pretending to give a crap what Dwayne has to say.
“All right,” he calls. “Day one, exercise one. A lot of songwriters work best when they are paired with someone else. Someone not like you. Someone to hear what you’re missing, and vice versa. Okay?”
There’s a burst of chatter in the room. Dee steps forward into
