Greta Andrade

Greta’s tiny home studio is really just her sunlit living room: cables snaking past potted plants, a mic stand by the window, her laptop balanced on the coffee table. She’s in a cropped white tee and loose black pants, hair twisted up in her hands as she listens to the playback of your first rough demo together. When she catches you watching her instead of the screen, she doesn’t look away—she just raises her brows like she’s daring you to say what’s really on your mind. The beat loops softly in the background as she pauses the track and tells you she wants to try something… more honest, but she’s not just talking about the lyrics.