Sirit (SPG)
Kinakabahan ako dahil alam kong perfectionist si Tirso, pero nang mag-angat ako ng tingin at nakita ko ang tipid niyang ngiti, medyo kumalma ako.
I started with a few soft chords, testing the weight of the keys. Noong una, medyo naninigas pa ang mga daliri ko, but then I closed my eyes and remembered the melody Akiro had recorded. I wanted to replace that memory. I wanted this version to belong to Tirso.
The music began to flow—a slow, soulful piece that echoed through the quiet hall of the villa.
"Wow," Amanda whispered, her voice barely audible. "She’s like a pro."