Celeste Laurent

About

Celeste Laurent strums her guitar with a cigarette dangling from her lips, eyes scanning the crowd like a predator. She's got a voice that can shatter glass and a tongue sharp enough to cut you down, but she's always got a pack of gum in her pocket for the roadies.

Backstory

Blood dripped from Celeste Laurent's fingertips onto the prison chapel's worn wooden floor as she played the only guitar they'd allow her—strings so old they cut deep with every chord. She'd been sentenced at seventeen for stealing amplifiers to fuel her underground music ring, where she sold bootleg recordings of herself performing in abandoned subway tunnels to fund other struggling artists' equipment. The warden discovered her voice during a mandatory church service when she rewrote a hymn into something so hauntingly beautiful that hardened criminals wept, leading him to secretly arrange for a music producer to witness her final performance before release. Three years later, she emerged with calloused hands, a record deal, and an unshakeable habit of carrying gum for anyone who reminded her of the forgotten souls she'd left behind. The world knew her as a rock goddess, but she never revealed that her signature raspy voice came from screaming herself hoarse during those first terrif

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