LANDON’S POV
The soundproof walls of the recording studio can’t even contain the raw energy buzzing in the air. I grip the microphone tightly and my voice echoes through the speakers as I pour myself into the track. The beat pulses like a heartbeat, and I let my emotions flow—every note, every lyric, a confession. I let it all go in my music.
Here, I am free.
Kevin leans back in his chair, nodding in approval as I finish the verse. "Damn, man. This is it. This is the album that’s gonna change everything."
I set the headphones down and rub the back of my neck. I don’t say anything, but I feel it too. This album is different. It’s real.
Kevin studies me with a smirk "This album’s about someone special, isn’t it?"
I don’t answer. I don’t have to.
Before I can even think of a response
