The turbulence hit harder than she expected. The private jet shook, the metal groaning under the pressure, and she gripped the nearest bar, heart racing as the world outside seemed to teeter on the brink of chaos. She had flown thousands of miles to perform, to sell a piece of herself. Nothing new about that, except tonight the air felt thick, and her nerves felt raw, unhinged, like something was coming.

She took the job anyway. She always did.

Written, composed, and performed by © Samira Wyld 2025.A Wyld and Untamed Production 2025

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