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“You’re on in ten,” Demi said, not looking at her. She was already stripping off a mesh top, revealing a ribcage that moved like a concertina when she breathed.

The fluorescent hum of the dressing room buzzed like trapped flies. September Reign, stage name a whisper of grandeur she no longer felt, stared at her reflection. Twenty-seven. The number felt less like an age and more like a countdown. She pressed a false nail against the tacky glue of a pastie, centering it over a faded bruise. -Swallowed- Demi Sutra and September Reign -27....

Demi snorted, pulling a fishnet over one sharp hip. “Lenny’ll dock you.” “You’re on in ten,” Demi said, not looking at her

We won’t let this place swallow us whole. “You’re on in ten

“Every night,” September admitted.

“Then he docks me.”