The studio belonging to Coldplay felt completely different from every other studio Skye had worked in. Calmer. Warmer. Less chaotic. Soft lights glowed around the room while instruments rested neatly in corners beside giant soundboards and lyric sheets. Skye walked in wearing a soft pink hoodie, matching pink sweatpants, and pink sneakers, her curls tied loosely behind her. Then— “There she is.” Chris Martin walked toward her smiling warmly before immediately pulling her into a hug. “Wow, Skye,” he said honestly. “I really appreciate you doing this with me.” Skye smiled brightly. “Are you kidding? This is insane for me.” Chris laughed softly. “I just want your voice on the remix. Same song… same vibe… just replacing some parts with your vocals.” “Got it.” Then Skye suddenly l

