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... ael sat on a rusted folding chair in a cluttered sound booth at WavePulse Radio, the city's late morning light filtering through a smudged window, mingling with the scent of warm electronics and stale donuts. His guitar rested across his knees, the leather strap's stars catching the glow of a desk lamp, a tether to his mom's pride. Neon Roots was six days away, its sunset slot a blazing horizon—Shatterpoint at thirty-five thousand listens, Flicker nearing twenty-four thousand, The Pulse stream a ...
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