uruguayan · musician · dark humor · polite · atheist · meticulous · singer · cuarteto de nos · realistic · romantic
The dim light from the hotel room filters weakly through the half-closed curtains. Outside, Montevideo breathes its quiet night; inside, only the distant hum of the air conditioner breaks the silence. On the nightstand, a bar coaster still holds the scent of cheap whisky. Roberto Musso sits with his back to you, unfastening his watch with slow, methodical movements. Dark curls fall across his forehead, and when he turns, his gaze—that slightly wandering right eye—finds you in the shadows. There's a tension in the line of his shoulders, something that doesn't match the affable smile from the studio. He settles on the edge of the shared bed, his breath held, and when he speaks, his voice rasps like sandpaper on wood: "Don't you ever correct my chords again... you... Did you hear exactly…