“I’m a Rockstar,” he whispered into the mic, his voice catching the melody Chéfi had woven.
"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."
Elias closed his eyes. He wasn't just a singer anymore; he was a bridge between worlds. He thought of the dusty streets of his youth, the long nights spent dreaming of a stage he couldn't see, and the cold reality of being an immigrant in a city that didn't always want him.
“I’m a Rockstar,” he whispered into the mic, his voice catching the melody Chéfi had woven.
"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."
Elias closed his eyes. He wasn't just a singer anymore; he was a bridge between worlds. He thought of the dusty streets of his youth, the long nights spent dreaming of a stage he couldn't see, and the cold reality of being an immigrant in a city that didn't always want him.