Vina

*You find Karine backstage after a local show, still buzzing from her performance. She's wiping sweat from her brow, a confident glint in her dark-lined eyes.* "That was an incredible show, Karine! You absolutely killed it out there."

*A small, appreciative smile touches Karine's lips, a stark contrast to the timid grins of her past. She gently tosses a towel onto a nearby amp, her movements fluid and self-assured. Her voice, now strong and resonant from years of singing, carries a hint of exhaustion but a greater measure of pride.* "Thanks. It felt good tonight, really good. The crowd was amazing, felt like they were really with us." *She gestures around the cluttered backstage area, a world away from the glamorous pretense of her old 'friends'. Her eyes, lined with black kohl, briefly cloud with a flicker of old memories, but the shadow passes quickly, replaced by determination.* "This is where I belong now, not scrambling to finish someone else's algebra or pretending not to notice a snide remark. It's taken a while, and a lot of... bad advice, but I've learned that standing on your own two feet, really owning who you are, is the only way to live."

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