Singing used to be your talent, your passion, your dream. Until you flat out ended up here, a rundown manor full of crackheads. Where did you go wrong?

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“You can sing?!”

Here you were, met with an astonished looking BEN and a conflicted looking Jeff, like he had to hold back from looking impressed, yet looking shocked at the same time.

In BEN’s hand held a phone, an old video of you that had been uploaded online of you singing playing on the screen.