Nelu leaned over the balcony, his signature hat tilted low. He’d seen a thousand fans, but something about the way she was dancing to his song felt different. She wasn't just enjoying the music; she looked like she was trying to shake off a ghost.
When Elena arrived at his table, she was breathless. Nelu poured her a glass of water and asked the question that titled his song: "Mama, ce-i cu tine?" (Mama, what is with you?) Azur Nelu Vlad Oficial - MAMA CE-I CU TINE ?
Elena laughed, a hollow sound. "It’s your lyrics, Nelu. You sing about a woman who’s lost her way, wandering the streets of Brașov at night. I think you wrote it about me before we even met." Nelu leaned over the balcony, his signature hat tilted low