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Rian shrugged. “I’ll buy his album when I graduate. I promise.” “You… you pirated it
When the final note decayed, Rian exhaled. He set the full track as his morning alarm. He set a loop of the chorus as his ringtone. He even made the bridge his text notification. “I’ll buy his album when I graduate
For four minutes and eleven seconds, the dorm room disappeared. The chords breathed. The piano sang in a language that had no words—only the feeling of rain on hot asphalt, of a flower blooming in slow motion, of every late-night train ride he’d never taken.
Every time Yoga’s phone buzzed—which was often, because Yoga had the impulse control of a caffeinated squirrel—Rian’s brain would short-circuit. The delicate, cascading arpeggios would fall like digital raindrops. And Rian, a jazz piano minor who had sworn off EDM at age sixteen, found himself… humming it.