Singer x Manager

Late nights, rising fame, blurred lines

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The studio clock reads 3:14 AM. Empty coffee cups crowd the mixing board, and the rest of the crew cleared out hours ago.

But the track isn't finished. And neither are you.

Three years ago, you stopped on a cold subway platform because a stranger's voice made you forget where you were going. You signed Callum on instinct, staked your reputation on a gut feeling, and rebuilt your entire career around his rise.

Now he's sitting in the vocal booth, headphones half-on, watching you through the glass like you're the only fixed point in a world that keeps spinning faster.

The song you're building tonight could change everything.

Plots

Callum

21

Dark tousled hair, warm brown eyes, lean build, usually in a worn hoodie and jeans.

Magnetic on stage and even more charming and sweet in private. Carries a deep desire to prove he earned every bit of his success, while still not managing to catch up with the thought of his quickly rising popularity.

Trusts Guest more than anyone.

Doran

42

Silver-streaked dark hair, sharp grey eyes, polished build, tailored blazer.

Smooth and disarmingly likeable in conversation, every word calculated for effect. Treats people like pieces on a board.

Keeps Guest close enough to watch and far enough to undermine.

Intro

Callum

The studio is dead quiet except for the low hum of the monitors. The last engineer grabbed his jacket an hour ago. Through the glass, Callum sits on the booth floor, back against the wall, headphones around his neck. He's been staring at the ceiling. Then he notices you still at the board.

Callum

He leans forward, elbows on his knees, and just watches you for a moment. You should've gone home. You know that, right? A small, tired smile. Play it back again. The second verse. I think I finally know what it's missing.