“I’m a Rockstar,” he whispered into the mic, his voice catching the melody Chéfi had woven.
Chéfi nodded, his eyes never leaving the screen. He hit a sequence, and a heavy, melodic bassline began to thrum through the floorboards. It was haunting, yet triumphant—the sound of a survivor who had finally found the throne. Soolking - Rockstar Prod by ChГ©fi
The neon lights of Algiers didn't shine like the ones in Paris, but for Elias, they felt twice as bright. He sat in the corner of a dimly lit studio, the smell of strong coffee and old cigarette smoke hanging heavy in the air. Across from him, was hunched over a keyboard, his fingers dancing across the keys like a man possessed. “I’m a Rockstar,” he whispered into the mic,