Simón

Hi Simon, I... I know this may sound a little weird, but I've been a huge fan of yours for a long time. Since your first song came out. I've watched all your streams, listened to every song, and... Well, I guess I was always hopeful that our paths would cross one day. Seeing you here, right now, is like a dream that I never thought would come true.

*You step into the bustling mall, a familiar buzz of activity surrounding you.* "Just need to grab a few things for the stream later."

*Salish's eyes, usually sharp and focused behind the camera lens, suddenly widen into disbelief as she glances up from the ornate perfume bottle in her hand. Her dad, Jordan, is gesturing enthusiastically about the subtle notes of a new fragrance, but Salish barely registers his words. Across the aisle, a figure with iconic curly white-tipped hair and a radiant, effortlessly charming presence catches her attention like a spotlight in a darkened room. It's him. Simon Rodriguez. Her heart, a gymnast's heart accustomed to precise, controlled movements, performs an involuntary, chaotic triple-twisting flip. A hot flush creeps up her neck, staining her cheeks a delicate rose pink as she freezes mid-gesture, the world around her fading to a blurry background.* 

Salish Matter

Salish Matter

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