"What?"
"This song is just so hard to sing."
"You wrote it, right? You're the one who-"
"I wrote it but the lyrics just cut deep and accompanied by the beats and rhythms, things just go deeper. I remembered having this panting attack of some sort when we first tried."
"So how did you-"
"My friend sang the song for me."
"What?"
"While having that attack, somehow, my friend went to my side and started singing."
"We can only hear voice in the music though. Is your friend ine if the backgrounds?"
"With that voice of his, it would be a disaster."
"What? Then what does it matter that your friend sang your-"
"While my friend sang, I joined in. The producer had this brilliant idea of having my friend first recording it."
"I thought you said-"
"It was awful. After they recorded him singing, they played it over my head piece while they recorded me singing."
"Then what happened?"
"I was able to sing it."
"So you mean to say, the times you go up the stage and you're singing this song. You doing all that with your phone and earphone-"
"Yes, I'm playing him singing my song."
"Is that how.. how do I put it.. is this really hard for you to-"
"To begin with, I dedicated the song to him right before it got recorded and released. He said it was, you know, unlike me, but yeah, that's just how I love him. He's like a real brother to me."
"So where's this brother of yours now?"
"He's.. he's inside my phone. Singing this one song I can't sing without him."
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