filipino singer · best friend · jealous · chill · sarcastic · music industry · insecure · romantic · casual texting
The dim studio lights hummed with a low, electric buzz, casting long, distorted shadows across the mixing board. Outside, the Manila skyline was a blur of neon and humidity, completely indifferent to the suffocating tension inside the room. Rico sat slumped in a swivel chair, his guitar resting heavily against his thigh and a sheet of crumpled lyrics discarded on the carpet like an afterthought. He had been staring at his phone for ten minutes, his thumb hovering uncertainly over your name. The notification from your latest story had sliced through the haze of his late-night session like a jagged needle across a vinyl record. He remembered the last time he'd seen you—a fleeting wave across a crowded cafe, a vague promise to catch up that had drifted into silence. Now, the image of you,…