LANDON'S POV
Later that day, I head to the studio outside town to record. Dressed in a hoodie, I keep my head down, but the second I arrive, I see the paparazzi waiting outside. Cameras flash in my face as reporters throw question after question at me.
"Landon, who’s the girl you were spotted with?"
"Are you in a relationship?"
"Your fans want to know—who is she?"
"Who's the mystery girl you were kissing?"
"When did you two meet?"
I ignore them, pushing my way inside. The moment the studio door shuts behind me, I exhale, shaking off the tension. But the peace is short-lived.
Inside, my team is already waiting. Kevin, my manager, stands with his arms crossed, looking unimpressed. "We need to talk."
I groan. "Can it wait? I’m here to record, not to sit through another lecture."
K
