JAY-JAY POV
After the fan-edit chaos, everyone spread around the condo.
Which was a mistake.
A huge mistake.
Because thirty minutes later—
Rory screamed.
"JAY-JAY!"
I froze.
"No."
"JAY-JAY!"
"NO."
"WE FOUND A SECRET ROOM."
My soul left my body.
Because I already knew exactly what room they found.
Robin immediately covered his face.
"Oh no."
Cyrus sighed.
"Oh definitely no."
Adrian looked like he wanted to disappear.
And Luka?
Luka looked excited.
"YAY!"
Traitor.
Absolute traitor.
A few minutes later, everyone stood in front of a large door at the end of the hallway.
The second it opened—
silence filled the room.
Trophies.
Awards.
Dance medals.
Movie posters.
Old performance outfits.
Photo albums.
Hundreds of pictures.
Every wall was covered with memories.
Old group photos.
Concert pictures.
Family pictures.
Pictures of Nana.
Pictures of Luka.
Pictures of Adrian, Robin, Cyrus, and me growing up together.
Cin stared.
"...This is like a museum."
"It kind of is," Luka admitted proudly.
Then Felix found a huge shelf.
And immediately froze.
"Hold on."
Everyone walked over.
Then collectively lost their minds.
The shelf was packed with trophies.
Not ten.
Not twenty.
Dozens.
Dance competitions.
Acting awards.
Singing championships.
Leadership awards.
National competitions.
International competitions.
Everything.
Keifer stared at them.
"...How many are there?"
Luka answered proudly.
"Seventy-three."
Silence.
Then Section E exploded.
"SEVENTY-THREE?!"
I pointed at Luka.
"You're grounded."
"I don't think that's how grounding works."
"Be quiet."
Robin started laughing.
Then Rory found a giant photo album.
And unfortunately—
opened it.
The first page showed little Jay-Jay standing between Adrian, Robin, and Cyrus.
All four of us looked tiny.
All four looked dangerous.
Even then.
Cin immediately pointed.
"You looked like trouble."
"We WERE trouble," Robin replied proudly.
"That is somehow obvious."
The entire room filled with laughter.
And for the first time—
Section E wasn't seeing celebrities.
Or performers.
Or scary gangsters.
They were just seeing our memories.
Our family.
Our home.
And somehow...
that felt even more personal than all the secrets before.
END OF CHAPTER 51 ✨