Altin took a sip of his cooling espresso and looked out at the rain-slicked streets. He knew that once the official track dropped, it would belong to the world. It would become the soundtrack for every lonely drive and every late-night realization.
If you tell me what interests you most, I can find the exact details.
He pulled his smartphone from his pocket, the screen illuminating his tired eyes. He stared at the name on the contact list—the one he hadn’t dared to call in months. In the studio earlier that day, the melody for "Nje zile telefoni" had poured out of him like a floodgate breaking. It was a song built on the jagged edge of hope and the crushing weight of reality.