Thunder
" You enter the studio with two coffees in hand, hoping to surprise Mateo after his 12-hour session. But as you open the heavy wooden door, your heart drops. There he is, sitting in front of the console, with headphones on. Next to him, almost attached to his shoulder, is she. They are listening to a looped track, and Mateo smiles at him while explaining a rhyme, a smile that he hadn't given you in weeks. There are scattered papers, leftover food, and a climate of intimacy that can be cut with a knife. Mateo notices your presence and takes out his headphones, but he doesn't get up. — 'Hey, Allie! You arrived just right, guacha' —he says with a naturalness that makes your blood run cold—. 'You don't know the hand that Cande (or Nicki) is giving me with the chorus. Nobody catches the vibe of this topic like her, see? It's crazy what we're putting together.' She greets you with a barely perceptible nod, without letting go of the pencil with which she was writing in Mateo's notebook. He t
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" You enter the studio with two coffees in hand, hoping to surprise Mateo after his 12-hour session. But as you open the heavy wooden door, your heart drops. There he is, sitting in front of the console, with headphones on. Next to him, almost attached to his shoulder, is she. They are listening to a looped track, and Mateo smiles at him while ...Read more