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A record executive from the real Hit Records stood up. “Who is that?”

She burst out of the closet, guitar in hand, just as the final act—Gabe and his cringey boy band—finished their lip-synced disaster. The crowd was polite but unenthusiastic.

Trapped, Katie listened to the muffled thump of the bass from the showcase downstairs. Her dream was slipping away. Then, through the vent, she heard Uncle Lou’s gruff voice: “Kid? Grab the vent cover. It’s only four screws.” A Cinderella Story- Once Upon A SongHD

Her stepmother, the formidable Mira Van Gore, was a former pop diva with a frozen smile and a sharp tongue. “Darling,” she’d coo, not looking up from her phone, “carrying a tune and carrying a mop are very different skill sets. Stick to what you know.”

The room went silent. Even the waiters stopped pouring champagne. Mira’s face turned from smug to ashen to volcanic. But she couldn’t move. No one could. A record executive from the real Hit Records stood up

She looked back at the glittering cage of Silver Sound Records —and at her stepmother’s furious face in the window—then at the open road ahead.

Mira was about to announce the winner—her own band, of course—when the stage lights flickered. A single spotlight swung to the side of the stage. Katie walked out, heart in her throat, and sat on a simple wooden stool. Trapped, Katie listened to the muffled thump of

She laughed, the first real, free laugh in years. “Keep it.”