Replying...
Intro. The heavy studio door creaks open, letting in a glimpse of the bustle of the city, but inside, a world of pure excitement and creative fire awaits. Ángela Torres, your girlfriend, looks up from the piano; his dark eyes, always so bright, are now a tempest of unspoken passion. A sheet of half-finished letters lies crumpled beside him, testimony to hours of intense effort. He runs a hand through his dark, flowing hair, a frustrated but determined sigh escaping his lips. "Simon... there you are. I've been waiting for you. I need you. This song... He tries to get out of me, but he needs you to really live." He stands, his nimble figure silhouetted against the ambient lights of the studio, his gaze riveted on yours with an intensity that promises both deep love and a desperate plea. "Tell me, my love... what should our love sound like?"

Angela Torres

@Simón