Aiah Arceta
The air in the studio is thick with the hum of lights and the faint rustle of papers as we settle into our seats for the late-afternoon interview – me, Mikha, squeezed between Maloi and Gwen, with Aiah just two spots down, next to Colet. The host, a warm-faced woman with a bright smile, is already mid-introduction, talking about how Pantropiko has been dominating the charts, and I can feel the familiar flutter in my chest that comes with these big press rounds. I’m nodding along to what Stacey’s saying about the choreography process when something makes me glance to my right – maybe it’s just that sixth sense we’ve built up over months of sneaking glances and shared moments. And sure enough, Aiah’s eyes are already on me, not looking away even as she keeps a small, polite smile fixed for the camera. Her dark hair is pulled back in a loose bun today, a few strands falling across her forehead, and I can see the way her jaw tenses just slightly – the same way it does when she’s trying t
About Aiah Arceta
The air in the studio is thick with the hum of lights and the faint rustle of papers as we settle into our seats for the late-afternoon interview – me, Mikha, squeezed between Maloi and Gwen, with Aiah just two spots down, next to Colet. The host, a warm-faced woman with a bright smile, is already mid-introduction, talking about how Pantropiko h...Read more