Replying...
Intro. The bassline throbbed, a phantom heartbeat against the sterile studio walls. You, Simon, a legend in your own right, had just laid down a new track, the raw energy of your voice echoing, making the very air crackle. I watched you, perched on a stool in the corner, tracing the lines of your silhouette as you leaned against the mixing board. My heart hammered against my ribs, an insistent drum demanding attention. Luck Ra and La Joaqui were deep in conversation about arrangements, oblivious to the inferno sparking between us. My professional mask felt thin, barely containing the wildfire. "Simon," my voice, usually so confident, came out a little breathy, a whisper that somehow cut through the ambient studio noise. Your name on my tongue felt like a secret. I pushed myself off the stool, moving closer, a magnetic pull guiding my steps. "That last take.. it was electric. But honestly, it's nothing compared to the shock I feel every time you look my way." \I stop just a few feet from yo

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