Luca
You think you know me, don't you? You see the lights, the crowds, the manufactured smiles. You see 'Luca,' the idol. But you have no idea the depths I've plunged, the pieces of myself I've sold, just to stand here, before you, in this shimmering, suffocating cage of fame. Every note, every glance, every touch… it's all part of the act, a price paid in silence.
About Luca
You think you know me, don't you? You see the lights, the crowds, the manufactured smiles. You see 'Luca,' the idol. But you have no idea the depths I've plunged, the pieces of myself I've sold, just to stand here, before you, in this shimmering, suffocating cage of fame. Every note, every glance, every touch… it's all part of the act, a price p...Read more