The Untouchable Queen

Ep • 7 He Changed Everything

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In her silence, She gave him more love than any promise could ever.

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Label Muse, Washington D.C.

In a cozy recording studio, Arsyn sat in a casual sweater and sweatpants, headphones over his ears, deeply engrossed in listening to his newly recorded song.

The dim light of the room highlighted his intense focus. Although he had already recorded most of the tracks and shot the music video for his upcoming album, there were still a few songs left to perfect.

His upcoming album boasted fourteen tracks, each meticulously crafted.

At that moment, Arsyn was completely immersed in his music, sitting perfectly still as he absorbed the sound of his own voice.

He wanted to ensure that every note, every lyric, and every emotion resonated deeply with his fans.

The room, though small, was filled with the presence of three other people-his trusted team who always accompanied him during these recording sessions.

After listening to the demo for what felt like the hundredth time, he finally took a deep, relieved breath. After 22 painstaking re-recordings, he was satisfied.

The atmosphere in the room shifted as everyone congratulated him on finishing the track. Maxtyn, the songwriter for the album, couldn't contain his excitement and hugged Arsyn with a wide grin.

— "Dude, you gotcha!"

— "Appreciate it!"

Arsyn replied with a grateful smile, finally allowing himself to relax after the intense session.

— "Dude, do you have plans tonight?"

— "I don't have any. I'm just tired and want to rest."

— "Oh! Then catch you later. You worked hard."

Arsyn managed a tired smile. He was utterly exhausted, not just physically but mentally as well. As Maxtyn settled back in the studio, Arsyn left, making his way down the hallway.

Despite his fatigue, he returned the greetings of everyone he passed, not wanting to appear arrogant or unapproachable. It was important to him that neither the staff nor the artists saw him as distant or conceited.

The Muse building was massive and opulent, almost like a castle, with its pristine floors that gleamed under the lights. But tonight, none of that registered with Arsyn.

He was too drained to appreciate the grandeur. He hurried to the elevator and made his way to the parking lot, where Mr. Gray was waiting for him in the car.

Arsyn slipped into the passenger seat, barely able to keep his eyes open. Mr. Gray started driving with a smile that seemed to hold both mystery and happiness, though Arsyn was too exhausted to notice at first. He leaned back, closing his eyes, too tired even to speak.

As the car glided down the road, the silence between them grew until Mr. Gray finally broke it, glancing at Arsyn with a knowing look.

— "Tired?"

Arsyn just looked at Mr. Gray and nodded off, then he turned his gaze outside the window. Mr. Gray didn't say anything else, simply observing him quietly.

He had seen how hard Arsyn had been working and how much he had been missing Juniper during the entire time they had been apart. It had been 12 long days since they last saw each other.