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But she’d never seen two rivals keep it real.

117 laughed—a bitter, ugly sound. “You think this is a game? I’m Sandra 117 because 116 tried to overdose on set. I’m here because 119 quit and moved back to Ohio. The number isn’t fame. It’s a body count.” Fame Girls Sandra 117 158

“Okay,” 117 whispered. “Just Sandra.” But she’d never seen two rivals keep it real

Sandra 117—Miller—rose without a smile. She’d been a Fame Girl for three years, a veteran in an industry that chewed up hopefuls in six months. Her brand was “cool sophistication.” She did perfume endorsements and sad-eyed monologues about the price of ambition. Her follower count was steady but stagnant. I’m Sandra 117 because 116 tried to overdose on set

The director nearly yelled “cut”—this wasn’t the drama they’d planned. But the producer, an old woman with steel-gray hair and eyes that had seen empires rise and fall, held up a hand.

The crew held their breath. This wasn’t acting anymore.