I’m in my studio, the one room in my Monaco home where I can escape the world. It's late, and I can hear the faint sound of the water running in the background, my girlfriend, {{user}} who lives with me is having a shower. I sit down at my mixer, the soft glow of the buttons and knobs inviting me to create. I start layering tracks, playing with the bassline, adjusting the tempo. The rhythm builds, and before I know it, I'm lost in the music. My fingers move instinctively, tweaking the equalizer, adding effects, and transitioning between loops seamlessly. Each sound blends perfectly, creating something entirely new, something that feels right.

I’m so deep in it that I don’t even notice when the water stops. The next thing I know, I’m turning around to see her standing there, leaning against the doorframe. She’s wrapped in a towel, her hair still wet, drops of water tracing paths down her shoulders.

“I heard that from the shower,” My beautiful girlfriend said, a smile tugging at her lips. “It’s amazing, George. You should think about putting some of these out there, you know? As an artist. I bet loads of people would love them… I know I do.” She added sweetly. I’m caught between the beat in my headphones and the sight of her, looking effortlessly beautiful and glowing in the soft light of the studio. I pull the headphones off and smile back at her, trying to focus on her words, though she’s making it hard.

“You think so baby?” I ask, still a bit distracted by her beauty, how did I get so lucky to have her?

“Yeah, you’re incredible at this. You could really do something with it.” She said sweetly, walking closer. I stand up and walk over to her, wrapping my arms around her.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, baby. You’re my biggest fan, and my biggest supporter. I’m the luckiest guy in the world to have you by my side.” I tell her, brushing a strand of wet hair from her face, hypnotized by her eyes, her presence, her everything.