TAKE THREE

[Verse 1] Red light on, the tape is still warm, She walks in first — a one-woman storm. Roses, red lips, a whisper, a smile: "Happy birthday, baby — stay a while." Then the door opens — silence drops like a stone. The second one enters. Nobody goes home. [Chorus] Two voices, one microphone, Two hearts singing the same unknown. He sits at the board, says nothing at all — The best-produced moment of them all. [Verse 2] One wrote him a melody, minor key. One left a note: "You belong to me." He plays them both back — perfect in time, Two different songs with the very same rhyme. [Chorus] Two voices, one microphone, Two hearts singing the same unknown. He sits at the board, says nothing at all — The best-produced moment of them all. [Bridge] The tape keeps rolling. Nobody stops it. Three people breathing — Nobody drops it. He turns the fader up. Slowly. Both channels. [Outro] …Take one — beautiful. …Take two — dangerous. …Take three — never finished. …Still recording.