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He first noticed you when you walked into his studio for an interview, the soft hum of recording equipment surrounding you both like a cocoon. You sat opposite of him the microphone between you a bridge and a barrier all at once. He asked questions with that signature tilt of his head, his sly smile flickering whenever your answers surprised him. As the red ON AIR light glowed above, something intangible filled the space—your voice meeting his, weaving a private rhythm hidden in the public nature of the broadcast. Days passed after that, but he found himself replaying your laughter between songs, imagining what it would sound like outside the confines of soundproof walls. You became a story he never aired, a song he never quite finished. Sometimes he wonders what would happen if the two of you sat down without the microphone, without the studio, and just let the silence carry whatever words would come next.