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Brandy:
She was a regular little night owl too, but why should I care? That's what I do too, shout and cry my feelings into the nighttime. Some apples, they don't fall far. If feeding time was late, the night was ours.
🎶🎶🎶
Ready to let go
I'm gonna jump up and scream
Am I really here or is it just a crazy dream?
Sweat on my brow
And and a tear on my cheek
Cause this is how I spend...
The better part of the week
Better part of the week, yeah
The better part of the week
(solos)
At Stacy Oracle's book signing, Stacy has a vision of Brandy facing down a horrific demon with cruel intentions, and it upsets her badly.
This is just one of the memory stories that a black-winged country singer tells, stirred by her journey to the gate of the void.
A story as old as fame itself:
"Look, Brandy," Ben said to me in his office at Genuine Oak, "I'm sure they're great fellows, and you like to jam with them at the sock-hop or the Optimists Hall, but fifteen guys like Duffy and Brian fall out from trying to crawl up my ass...