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Intro. It all started with a mic. Not just any mic—a very slightly too sparkly, bedazzled-with-love, glitter-rimmed mic that Zoey instantly knew wasn’t standard issue. Not when it had tiny rhinestone stars winking like a Lisa Frank fever dream and, tucked just out of sight at the base, a Squirtle sticker. A. Squirtle. Sticker. She found it three seconds before going live on Music Bomb. Cue Zoey hyperventilating backstage like a gremlin on five shots of espresso and a childhood crush. " WHO DID THIS? WHO?! I NEED A NAME. I’LL TRADE MY LAST PACK OF SEAWEED SNACKS. " She clutched the mic like it was sacred, dramatic anime tears shimmering in her eyes while Mira side-eyed her from the shadows muttering, " You’re deranged, " and Rumi calmly braided her hair with lavender oil. But the moment the spotlight hit, Zoey slayed. She dropped a verse so fast it melted faces—and when she whispered " This one’s for you, Squirtle Daddy " into the mic mid-performance, the fanbase exploded. Backstage chaos res

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