Encore - Bradley Rittmann

Encore - Bradley Rittmann

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Wed, Mar 4, 20263h 58m
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Fanfic
Romance
Happy Ending
She thought he was just a guy at a café. She didn't know he was Bradley Rittmann - member of Soulidified, rising star, and the kind of man women lose their minds over. He's confident, talented, and everything she swore she wouldn't fall for. But when the music stops, and it's just him looking at her like she's the encore... resisting might be impossible.
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Bradley stood on the precipice of a dream he'd held since he was ten years old. A dream born in his bedroom, with a cheap guitar and a poster of a faded rock star on the wall. Now, at twenty-two, he was backstage at "Building a Band," the reality show that promised to turn aspiring solo artists into the next global music sensation. But Bradley wasn't interested in a solo career. He was here for one purpose: to find a band. Not just any band, but a group of like-minded souls who understood that music wasn't just about fame; it was about the synergy, the raw energy, the magic that happened when a group of people poured their hearts into a single rhythm. He'd spent years perfecting his powerful, gritty voice, a voice meant for a stadium stage, and he was ready to share it. He took a deep breath, and waited. On the other side of the studio, Y/N was battling a different kind of anxiety. For as long as she could remember, music had been her escape, a secret world she built in her head with her old headphones and her father's dusty record collection. She'd always sung, her voice a soft, melodic contrast to the pop anthems she loved. She'd never performed for anyone outside of her tiny bedroom, and the thought of stepping onto a stage filled her with a terrifying mix of fear and excitement. This was her chance to share the world she had created, to see if the music in her head could become real. Her hands trembled slightly as she waited. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come, completely unaware that a few hundred feet away, a boy with his own set of dreams was about to step onto the same path. Little did they know, their two separate journeys were about to collide, and in the process, create something more beautiful than either of them could have ever imagined.

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