TRACY POV
We hopped into the car, and the engine roared to life as I pulled out of the driveway.
Blackpink blasted through the speakers.
I sang at the top of my lungs, completely high-key, drumming the steering wheel. Jennie was that girl, always had been.
“So… has anyone signed up for your group yet?” Amara asked, laughing at my concert.
“Actually,” I grinned, switching lanes, “someone did.”
Her eyes lit up. “Really?”
“Yup. Tracy’s future pop empire is officially loading.”
I slammed the brakes lightly and parked. We jumped out.
“What’s going on over there?” Amara pointed.
A crowd had gathered near the hallway, laughter, phones raised, chaos buzzing.
We squeezed through.
And……
“Oh my f*****g hell,” I gasped before bursting out laughing. “What a view.”
The SASSY.
Half-naked.
