𝘍𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘓𝘪𝘯𝘦 | ʜᴀᴢʙɪɴ ʜᴏᴛᴇʟ

Chapter | 01

The recording booth was bathed in a soft, dim light, creating an intimate atmosphere. Soundproof walls absorbed any external noise, ensuring a pristine environment for the impending recording.Sleek and elegant, the microphone was positioned to pick up every detail in the singer's voice as it stood upright on an adjustable stand.

In front of the microphone, a music stand held the lyrics and notes, patiently waiting to guide the singer through the upcoming performance. The air hummed with anticipation as the producer, stationed behind the control panel, adjusted settings and levels with meticulous precision.

"Ready when you are kid." the producer behind the glass said to the man while giving him a thumbs up.

After some time, the man exhaled, putting on the headphones and nodding towards the people in the control room.

As the instrumental track started playing, the atmosphere shifted, and the man immersed himself in the melody.

The touch of an angel, the taste of a drug
The look of a stranger who has seen too much
Nothing comes for free, but you can pay with your heart If you got one
Tell me all your questions, all you got to ask Stays licking his fingers and shuffling the cards
I'll give you the talent, you can give me your life
If you got one

The control room beyond the glass mirrored the intensity of the performance. Sound engineers watched with admiration as the man's vocal prowess unfolded. By all means this is not the first time they heard the young man sing in the booth, but it never fails to amaze them the power the man gives in his work. The air within the recording booth seemed to vibrate with the passion he infused into each line.

His voice, rich with emotion, began to weave through the lyrics, each note resonating with a profound intensity. The raw energy of the song found its way into every word, as if the lyrics were a vessel for his deepest emotions.

I swear to God that from tomorrow there will be no more pain
I will cancel your name from each one of my songs
And I had the world down to my knees, but to be honest I never truly gave a shit when you didn't come along
Oh, so leave me alone
Open up my chest, take everything I've got

His eyes closed at certain points, the man allowed the music to guide him, navigating the peaks and valleys of the song's emotional landscape. The microphone captured not just the sound of his voice but the raw essence of the connection he forged with the lyrics.

So leave me alone
Open up my chest, take everything I've got

As the final notes reverberated through the recording booth, there was a moment of profound stillness. The man, catching his breath, looked at the control room with a mix of vulnerability and satisfaction.

The man stepped out of the recording booth, a mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration etched across his face. The studio air seemed to retain the lingering echoes of his rendition-an emotional resonance that lingered, captured within the layers of the recording.

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The man leaned against the balcony railing, his puppet like frame defined by a simple black tank top. The dim light accentuated the contours of his features as he took a drag from his cigarette, exhaling wisps of smoke into the night air.

With a casual demeanor, he surveyed the cityscape below, the faint glow of distant streetlights casting a subtle ambiance on his silhouette. The rhythmic inhales and exhales mirrored the oddly calm night, creating a moment of solitude amidst the hellish backdrop.

Just as the calm was about to subside completely, the faraway sound of his phone interrupted the silence, signaling that a connection was about to occur that would briefly disturb his alone time.

As he strolled back inside to retrieve his phone, a subtle softening graced his yellow eyes when he glimpsed the caller's identity.

"Hey, Juno," the man's voice resonated through the phone as he made his way back to the balcony.

On the other side of the phone in the soft glow of ambient light, a man with deep black skin captures attention with puppet ball joints adorning his fingers, lending a unique and enchanting quality to his hands. His white hair, gracefully styled, contrasts strikingly against his ebony complexion. Pink eyes, both vibrant and expressive, add a touch of warmth to his visage, while elegantly curled white goat horns crown his head, creating a mesmerizing fusion of ethereal and earthly features.

Cloaked in a comfortable white hoodie, he exudes an air of casual elegance, the silver necklace around his neck adding a subtle touch of refinement. As he rests on the couch, curled up in a relaxed posture, the man's fingers deftly maneuver the strings of a guitar, producing a melodic symphony that permeates the air.

"Lín hey how are ya! Wanted to tell you just got done recording the new song. Can't wait for you to hear it!" Juno exclaimed, setting the guitar aside to focus on the phone call

"Yeah? How'd it go? Those basters haven't given you any trouble have they? " Lin asked, taking another drag from his cigarette, his concern echoing through the tendrils of smoke.

"No, No nothing like that. They've been great actually better than my last crew at least.." Engrossed in conversation on the phone, his expression reflects a blend of concentration and tranquility, pick up his guitar again merging the personal connection of the call with the artistic solace of his musical endeavor.
" ..and well that's about it for me, how about you anything interesting happened?"

Extinguishing the cigarette with the final wisp of smoke escaping his lips, Lin closed his eyes with a sigh before responding nonchalantly, "Just the usual routine. You know how Dad is."

Halting his strumming Juno replied worriedly "Has he been overworking you again? "

Rubbing the nape of his neck, Lin replied, "Not really, but, you know how he is. It's fine, I'm fine, promise," his attempt at reassurance faltering as he sensed Juno's concern seeping through the phone.

Lin gave up with a defeated sigh, "Hey, it's getting late, and weariness is setting in. I'll catch up with you soon, okay? Good luck with the song, Juno," the words carrying a blend of fatigue and genuine care.

As Juno carefully placed the guitar back into its case, he offered one last reply, "Alright, good night, big brother." The connection lingered briefly before the silence of the night claimed their separate spaces.

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A/N: I know some people don't like when authors put song lyrics in a fic but it kinda just shows which part of the song it at ya know. Anyway see you in the next chapter I hope hehe