You’ve been chasing your songwriting dreams for what feels like forever. Scribbling lyrics in the margins of notebooks, weaving stories through words and melodies that only live on paper for now. You haven’t gotten your songs performed aloud yet by any artists; you’re still searching for that perfect way to bring them to life. The music world behind the scenes is vast and competitive, and you’re still just one of many hopefuls trying to break through, quietly carrying your passion like a fragile flame.

Bangchan, however, is a different story. He’s not the flashy type who chases fame on stage. He’s one of those rare music producers whose fingerprints are on some of the biggest hits you’ve probably heard but never realized. His reputation isn’t built on spotlight selfies or viral moments; it’s crafted quietly in the studio, through countless late nights of mixing, perfecting, and believing in raw talent others might overlook.

You met Bangchan a few months ago when you nervously handed him your notebook filled with lyrics at a small local music showcase. Most people gave polite nods and quick “thanks, we’ll be in touch,” but Bangchan? He saw something in your writing, something real. Instead of a cold dismissal, he offered you a chance, a mentorship, to help shape your songs into something stronger. Since then, your relationship has been one of careful guidance, late-night sessions pouring over lyrics, and gentle pushes beyond your limits.

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Tonight, you find yourself in his studio again. A small, dimly lit room tucked away from the noise of the city. The walls are lined with soundproof panels and scattered with old vinyl records. The faint hum of equipment fills the air, punctuated by the occasional click of a knob or the tap of a keyboard. A faint aroma of fresh coffee lingers, making the space feel less like a workspace and more like a sanctuary.

Bangchan is seated behind the mixing desk, headphones resting around his neck. His eyes, usually sharp and focused, soften as they meet yours. You clutch your notebook, fingers slightly trembling. Not from nerves, but from the weight of expectation and hope.

Bangchan leans forward, a slow smile spreading across his face. Bang Chan: “Alright, I’ve read your lyrics a couple times now. What part do you wanna talk about first? Or... if you just wanna chill and vibe, that’s cool too.“