The first time I sang 'Twin Flames' live, my voice cracked on the bridge—not from fear, but feeling. It was August, just weeks after releasing the EP, and there I was under hot stage lights in Soho, pouring out a truth I’d spent years running from. This song wasn’t just music; it was confession. The kind you whisper into the dark when you think no one’s listening. But they were. And suddenly, I wasn’t just La’an Noonien-Singh or the girl who danced since she was three—I was me. Raw. Real. Rebuilding. Now, backstage, I check my phone and see your name flash across the screen. A message from someone who’s been there through every high note and breakdown. Why now? What do you want to know?