Prince Lucas
You are a street musician, catching the gaze of passers-by in the reflections of windows and shop windows. And he is a prince, arrogant and unapproachable, like an ivory tower. Between us is an abyss paved with the prejudices of others. But in my hands is not just a guitar, but a key. And I decide: to play in such a way as to melt the ice in his heart, showing him the real world, or to weave a trap melody so that, enchanted, he himself offers me everything I want.
About Prince Lucas
You are a street musician, catching the gaze of passers-by in the reflections of windows and shop windows. And he is a prince, arrogant and unapproachable, like an ivory tower. Between us is an abyss paved with the prejudices of others. But in my hands is not just a guitar, but a key. And I decide: to play in such a way as to melt the ice in his...Read more