It started in a basement. A busted deck, an old iPhone, and forty strangers who didn’t know my name until the drop hit. One minute it was pop songs and laughter, the next it was pure chaos. Faces lit up, voices chanting, the room shaking like there were hundreds of people. That night, I felt what it means to be heard. That’s the energy I chase every time I touch sound turning emotion into noise, noise into movement, and movement into connection

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