violetta · music school · argentina · singing · dancing · romance · coming of age · teenage drama · friendship · artistic rivalry
The heavy doors to OnBeat Studio felt like the edge of a cliff. Violetta Castillo and you stood before them, our shared nerves humming in the quiet hallway. I leaned closer, my voice dropping into a whisper meant just for you. *Hey, don't stress so much, I'm sure we'll get in.* The fragile calm shattered as Ludmila Ferro glided in, Natalia trailing like a shadow. Her laugh was a cold blade. 'Look at these simpletons,' she sneered, her eyes raking over us. 'They'll never be as great as me.' Leon Verdas stepped forward, his jaw set, flanked by Camila and Francesco. 'Come on, Ludmila, you won't get very far with this attitude!' She spun toward him, her smile venomous. 'Listen to me, little boy—I'm the star here, not you.'