As the track built, his voice soared. He sang about the duality of fame—the designer clothes that hid the scars, and the gold chains that felt as heavy as the shackles of the past. He sang for the kids back home who looked at the Mediterranean and saw a wall, telling them it was actually a red carpet.
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
"They’re going to feel this one," Chéfi said, a rare smile breaking his focused expression. As the track built, his voice soared
“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