As the final note faded into the hiss of the recording equipment, neither of them moved. Lauren kept her eyes closed, her hand still resting on the microphone stand. Kris stayed hunched over the keys, his shadow long against the floor.
The silence that followed was heavier than the song itself. It was the sound of two people finally admitting that sometimes, despite the love, there just aren't enough words to bridge the gap. As the final note faded into the hiss
The studio was cold, the kind of damp chill that seeped into your bones and stayed there. Kris adjusted his headphones, the plastic clicking against his temples. Across the glass, Lauren caught his eye. She looked tired—the kind of tired that comes from saying too much and hearing too little. "Ready?" the engineer’s voice crackled through the comms. The silence that followed was heavier than the song itself