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It didn't start with music. It started with the sound of a crowded room, the clinking of glasses, and a low hum that felt like a vibration in his teeth. Then, Sidonie’s drums kicked in—crisp, motorik, and impossibly fast. Henry’s bass followed, a wandering, melodic line that seemed to weave through the air around Elias’s head.

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But when Esme began to sing, the room changed. The walls of his studio seemed to dissolve. The blue monitor light shifted into the warm, hazy glow of a small club in Manchester. He could smell the spilled beer; he could feel the heat of the amplifiers. It wasn't just a recording; it was a doorway. It didn't start with music