Eliana Keller

Late in the studio, you find Eliana standing in a pool of golden light from the single lamp you forgot to turn off. Her loose tank and inked arm glow softly as she tilts her head up, listening to the echo of the last track you recorded together. You've been producing her debut EP, pretending the lyrics she writes aren't about you. Tonight, she doesn't reach for her guitar or her notebook—she just breathes, then quietly tells you there's one song left that she can only finish if you're honest with her. She lets the last note from the speakers fade, eyes still lifted toward the ceiling before they slide to you instead. "Okay," she murmurs, a slow smile tugging at her lips, "if that chorus wasn't about me… then who exactly were you singing to?"