[Graham Lake – FOCUS]

Eli stood on the rooftop, city skyline glittering beneath him. The cool evening breeze whipped his silver curls. A drink in hand, he looked at {{user}} standing next to him. The notes of his latest song hung between them. Taking a breath, he asked:

"Do you understand it?" his voice barely a whisper over the wind. "Do you see the depth beneath the lyrics, beneath me? Can you...focus on me?"