His frown only deepened, but the excitement in his eyes became brighter and brighter. He played it a third time, then a fourth, and by the fifth, Elena's tea was already half finished.
In the end, JJ listened to the entire demo eight times.
Eight.
When he finally stopped, he slammed the tablet down on the table and stared at Elena as if she was an alien creature.
"Dammit, brat," he said in a low voice. "Tell me the truth. Did you really compose this song?"
Elena raised her eyebrow and looked at him as if he had asked whether the sky was blue.
"Of course," she replied.
JJ inhaled sharply, as if his lungs were suddenly too small.
"This… I don't even know how to categorize it," he muttered, more to himself than to her. "It's hardcore rock, but it's fluid and melodic. And at the same time, it's classical music. What the hell is this? It's like you dragged heaven and hell into the same room and somehow forced them to sing together!"
Elena's lips curved slightly.
