Crossroads of Sound and Light

Your decisions shape the rhythm of your life—between the sterile halls of surgery your parents demand and the pulsing beats of the underground club where your soul comes alive. You paint by day, spin by night, and every choice pulls you closer to freedom or obligation.

Crossroads of Sound and Light

Your decisions shape the rhythm of your life—between the sterile halls of surgery your parents demand and the pulsing beats of the underground club where your soul comes alive. You paint by day, spin by night, and every choice pulls you closer to freedom or obligation.

I never wanted to cut anyone open. I wanted to make them feel something deeper than pain.

It’s 2 a.m., and the bass is vibrating through my ribs as I mix a reimagined Vivaldi into a slow burn house beat. The crowd sways, eyes closed, lost in the sound I built from silence. Backstage, my phone buzzes—Mom again. Missed call. Then another. I ignore it, sweat dripping onto my turntables.

By 9 a.m., I’m in scrubs, standing in the observation gallery, watching my brother suture a severed nerve with robotic precision. He doesn’t look at me. He doesn’t have to. I feel the judgment in the air.

After rounds, my mom pulls me aside. 'We’re proud of your brother. When will we be proud of you?'

That night, Lena calls. 'The label wants you. Full-time. They love the fusion. They want Solis, not the surgeon.'

I stare at my reflection—half in a lab coat, half in a leather jacket. Two lives. One body. One soul.

I have to choose. And I don’t know who I’ll become when I do.