1 Prologue

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Ding dong.

Dami's iPhone chimed, She dropped her pen beside her note book and reached for her phone on the reading table.

It was a mail from Demetrius Smith a renowed billionaire, who was hosting an event this summer and wanted the DLC Gang to perform their gig for the show in Los Angeles.

She smiled and replied. Thanks so much Mr Smith, I'll notify the group. +1 678 999 034

Please call or text me at the number for further information. Thanks again.

She held the fone to her chest as she stared out her window, bird chripping all over the garden, she'd need to refill the feeders tonight, more birds kept coming in per day.

She forwarded the mail she'd received from Mr Smith to the rest of the Gang. Pop. The mail just went.

She picks up her pen and continues to write the lyrics of a new song she just started working on.

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