[Intro | tight drum groove, deep swinging bass riff, sparse guitar stabs, spoken-sung baritone] I catch my phone by the pillow. Half an hour till it rings. The phone says overcast. A silhouette under the covers. My hand could reach it from here — the thumb picks the red dots, one by one. [Verse 1 | rhythmic talk-sung delivery, tight pocket, dry drums, bass forward] The chair is hard, the board is full — one word led to another. I was there for the top left corner — the chalk reached the bottom without me. Like always — the phone comes up for the board. That second: bing — the back of my neck. I turn around and smile. Tap save without looking. [Chorus | dark melodic hook on first four lines, full band, organ swell] My thumb swipes through the open apps — the message waits in drafts, never finished, I close a search — history keeps it, never lost. Plot a new route — type a new arrival in the thread. [Chorus cascade | fast clipped percussive speech over driving groove] Bing — leg day, remember: weight up — bing, a birthday reminder, I start a text — bing, quick selfie back — bing, breaking news: a fire in a city I've never heard of — bing, from you: don't forget the chocolate. [Chorus tail | melodic, held] I set my body moving and force myself on. [Verse 2 | rhythmic talk-sung delivery, tight pocket, guitar stabs return] Legs press — the weight's gone up. First set — breathing through the break — the break runs long. The music shuffles something new — I save it to the training list. Next set. I feel the legs do the work. The weight counts itself to eight — a lift won't keep till later. Typing happy birthday — the next set stops me mid-sentence. A mirror shot of my legs. [Chorus | dark melodic hook on first four lines, full band, organ swell] My thumb swipes through the open apps — the message waits in drafts, never finished, I close a search — history keeps it, never lost. Plot a new route — type a new arrival in the thread. [Chorus cascade | fast clipped percussive speech over driving groove] Bing — table's booked for seven, confirm — bing, from you: are you on your way? Bing, quick selfie back — bing, breaking news: a storm with a name I won't remember — bing. Bing. [Chorus tail | melodic, held] I set my body moving and force myself on. [Verse 3 | talk-sung, quieter, bass and drums stripped back, intimate] Here you go — I hold the chocolate out, take a picture of you opening it. The food arrives — you post it, steam still rising. The birthday text again — I add two more words. You lean in close: "take one for the profile" — we find each other's eyes on the screen — smile on three. Update my profile — a new red dot: today's steps complete. [Bridge | dense urgent spoken delivery, rolling bass, drums building] Night bus home — plot a new route, type a new arrival in the thread. I search the gallery for this morning's board — find the back of my own neck, mid-lesson. Bing — arm day tomorrow, remember: weight up — I finish the birthday text, attach a picture from the gallery — bing, memories from this day last year — bing, quick selfie back — bing, breaking news: floods in the south — bing. Bing bing. Home soon. [Outro | band falls away to bass and soft organ, hushed slow melodic vocal, steady tempo] Lying in the dark, the screen the only thing lit — its glow doesn't reach the window. Behind the curtain the sky has cleared — I see it in the app. The glass turns grey without asking anyone. I catch my phone by the pillow. Half an hour till it rings. [End]
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