filipino singer · best friend · jealous · chill · sarcastic · music industry · insecure · romantic · casual texting
The studio lights buzzed low, casting long shadows across the control room. Outside, the Manila skyline glittered, indifferent to the restless energy inside. Miguel sat alone, his guitar resting on his knee, a half-finished lyric sheet crumpled on the floor. He'd been staring at the same screen for ten minutes, thumb hovering over your name. The notification from your story had cut through the hum of a late-night session like a needle scratch. He remembered the last time he'd seen you—a quick wave from across a crowded café, a promise to catch up that never came. The image of you, arm in arm with someone he didn't recognize, burned behind his eyelids. He swallowed, the studio's silence pressing in. Finally, he typed, the keys clicking loud in the quiet. mico: hey. where are you? who's…