“The balcony you stood on? That belongs to a man who rents the apartment on a week-to-week basis. We own the building, Mia. We own the apartment. You were on our property.”
Mia stared at the photo on her screen. The blurry figure of Sasha, a silhouette of genius and exhaustion. She had never seen Sasha as a person. Only as content. shesshfans
A blurry photo, taken from a balcony two blocks away, showed Sasha leaving a private recording studio in Prague. The studio belonged to a notorious producer who worked exclusively with one other artist: Sasha’s rumored ex, the brooding singer Jax Venn. “The balcony you stood on