"I can afford to see through the masks before they even come off," Narcis said, his voice like ice. He stood up, adjusted his jacket, and walked toward the stage without looking back.
Across the table sat Luca, his oldest friend. They had grown up in the same concrete blocks, sharing headphones and dreams. Luca was raising a glass, grinning, toast after toast. "I can afford to see through the masks
The neon lights of the "Crystal Lounge" blurred against the rain-slicked streets of Bucharest. Inside, sat in the VIP booth, the heavy bass of his own track vibrating through the velvet seats. To the crowd, he was "NarcisDegeaba"—the man who had everything. To himself, he was just a guy trying to stay "fine" in a city that felt like a masquerade ball. They had grown up in the same concrete