“I’m a Rockstar,” he whispered into the mic, his voice catching the melody Chéfi had woven.
"They’re going to feel this one," Chéfi said, a rare smile breaking his focused expression.
Elias walked to the window, watching the city wake up. He was no longer just a kid with a dream; he was the voice of a generation that refused to stay silent. The world called him a star, but in that studio, he knew the truth: he was a born from the grit, polished by the beat.
"It needs more soul, Chéfi," Elias said, leaning back in his chair. "More of the struggle, but with the shine of where we're going."