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{y/n} doesn’t even like Jude Calloway’s music. She only ends up barricade at his sold-out concert because her best friends drag her there—and somehow, out of thousands of screaming fans, Jude chooses the one girl who isn’t reaching for him. He hands her his microphone, sings inches from her face, puts a hand around her waist… then goes back onstage and keeps fucking looking at her. It should’ve been fifteen seconds of concert footage. Then they meet again after the show. And Jude discovers his mysterious barricade girl doesn’t know half his songs. Unfortunately for {y/n}, he finds that fucking hilarious. One number exchange turns into texts, dates, tour-bus calls and a relationship neither of them expected—while fame, distance, millions of watching fans and one best friend’s increasingly bitter jealousy start making things considerably more complicated. The first time Jude sang those lyrics to {y/n}, she was a stranger. Maybe one day, he’ll actually mean them.
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