No one really knew how Rebecca had managed to get a pass into Apex Academy, but jealousy was already brewing under the surface.
It didn’t take long for rumors to start swirling, whispers that Rebecca must have used her looks to get into the school. The story didn’t need to be true. It only needed to be easy to repeat.
Apex Academy might be a separate college within Vantage Point University, but the whole place was huge. Rebecca wandered through unfamiliar hallways, completely lost, until the faint sound of music caught her attention up ahead. Perfect, she thought. Maybe someone there could help her find her classroom.
As she got closer, the melody was suddenly drowned out by raised voices inside the room.
“This part needs to go up. Can’t you hear that?”
“Oh, come on. It should go down here, otherwise it gets way too intense. The emotion will be all wrong.”
“You’re not getting it. The whole point is that our story already has so much tension, and this is the climax. If we don’t bring it up, how will anyone in the audience feel anything?”
“I wrote this song, you know. I think I know how it’s supposed to sound.”
“Yeah, you wrote it, but the whole thing is flawed from the beginning.”
“And I’m starting to think you’re the one who’s flawed.”
The arguing only grew louder, and Rebecca hesitated before finally knocking on the door.
Both students fell silent and turned to look at her, surprise flickering in their eyes. Rebecca’s outfit was simple, nothing flashy, but her beauty was striking—like something out of a dream. Still, her expression was cool, a little distant, making her seem hard to approach.
“Can we help you?” one of them finally asked.
Rebecca noticed their messy hair and the frustration still etched on their faces from the argument.
“Sorry to bother you. Do you know where Class A is?” she asked.


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