Chapter 53. Blunt

CHARLOTTE

“How… how did you get his picture?” I pointed at the cutout, my voice trembling.

She frowned. “You mean… Mystery?”

“What… Who?”

“Mystery,” she said, as though it was obvious. “The popular singer. No one knows what he really looks like because he always covers his face with that long hair. That’s what we, the fans, call him. Mystery.”

The room seemed to tilt around me.

“This… this can’t be true.”

Her eyes sparkled.

She jumped onto the bed beside me, practically vibrating with excitement.

“Are you a fan too? Oh my God, tell me you are! Look!”

She grabbed her laptop from the desk, flipping it open with a speed that showed this was a well-rehearsed ritual.

“He uploaded an acoustic version of one of his unreleased songs last night. It’s already trending. And you’re going to love it because…” she paused for dramatic effect, “…the song is literally called Charlotte. Your name! Lucky!”

I froze.

My pulse