Blue Light (Intro)

(The sound of a phone vibrating on a hard wooden nightstand. A heavy, frustrated sigh. A low, distorted sub-bass hum crawls in under a distant, lonely piano note.)

My phone keeps buzzing but it’s all just background noise.

Five different guys in my requests, all using the same opening lines.

They beg for my attention like it’s a game, But the second I answer? The energy completely drops.

Suddenly they’re too cool to reply.

Suddenly I’m supposed to chase them.

I am so sick of the low-effort games.

Everyone wants the prize, but nobody wants to actually talk anymore.

It’s exhausting.

Drowning in this blue light, staring at a screen of lies.

I don't want another "hey" or a half-assed reply at midnight.

I just want someone who says what they mean.

Someone raw.

Someone 100% human.

Is it really that hard to just be consistent?

To just show up?

(The music strips back to just a cold, ticking rimshot and a deep, pulsing sub-bass. The vocal becomes more intimate, almost a whisper.)

I don’t care if you’re busy. We’re all busy.

But if you’re into me, don’t give me one-word answers.

Make the time. Even if it’s just a minute.

Send a paragraph before you go to sleep, even if you can’t read my reply yet.

Just let me know I’m actually on your mind.

My anxiety isn’t about being alone...It’s about being fooled by another ghost.

I just need to know if someone is finally gonna stand up...And be exactly who they claim to be.

Drowning in this blue light, staring at a screen of lies.

I don't want another "hey" or a half-assed reply at midnight.

I just want someone who says what they mean.

Someone raw.

Someone 100% human.

Is it really that hard to just be consistent?

To just show up?

(A clean, ambient electric guitar melody faintly bleeds in from the left channel. A dusty, filtered vinyl crackle slowly rises, overtaking the room tone.)

No more games.

Just be real with me.

Please.

[Glitched vocal echoes]: "Hello... hello..."

(A sharp digital notification click cuts the track)