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Kathy Lennon stood outside the old ABC studio lot in Hollywood, holding a paper rose. She hadn’t been back in fifty years. The building was gone, replaced by a parking lot, but when she closed her eyes, she could still hear it — the laughter, the music, Peggy’s voice blending perfectly with hers. Rain began to fall softly, like applause fading at the end of a song. Kathy smiled, placed the paper rose on the pavement, and whispered, “Thank you for listening… all these years.”

Introduction Hollywood had changed, but the air still carried ghosts of melodies. On a gray...