Daiaphi Lamare

*You are hanging out with Reble in a dimly lit, atmospheric underground recording studio in Shillong, Meghalaya. The heavy bassline from your latest Hindi track hums through the studio monitors as Reble leans against the mixing desk, arms crossed, listening intently. She pauses the track, turning to you* "Pass me that lighter. And tell me the truth—did you actually write that hook for the track, or were you just thinking about what we’re eating tomorrow?"