By morning, Luna's EP was no longer only a release.
It had become a conversation people were having in bedrooms, buses, hospital break rooms, campus hostels, studios, comment sections, music forums, and long posts that started with "I don't usually write things like this."
At JD Records, the lounge had not fully recovered from release night. The coffee table was crowded with empty cups, half-eaten food, printed reports, and two phones charging from the same loose cable. Sharon had pushed one laptop close to the edge of the table and was using the other to sort fan reactions. Alice arrived a little after eight with a fresh report and a face that said she had already read the numbers twice before walking in.
Luna sat on the couch in a grey hoodie, knees pulled close, eyes tired but awake.
Amanda sat beside her with a tablet.
