Most writers probably dream of seeing their work turned into a movie or a show someday. Their characters stepping off the page, brought to life by actors, directors, and all the glittering machinery of the film industry. Don't get me wrong, that would be incredible, but that is not my dream.
What I dream of is this: someone so moved by my words, so lost in the world I built, that they write music. Not just any music—music that aches. The kind that catches in your chest and won't let go until you shatter. Or, depending on the scene, maybe something a little sinful, dangerous, the kind that belongs in dim light, tangled sheets, and loud sighs.
Music has been my lifeline more times than I can count. It's what wakes up the scenes in my head, gives shape to the emotions before I can find the words to describe them. So yes—movies and shows are dazzling, but they are not my dream. The dream is to write something that sings back to someone.
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