Ben cleared his throat, feeling the weight of the conversation. "Well, there’s little to no chance you’ve heard of her yet. We signed a young artist a few months ago. Her name’s Harlow Reed. She started to get noticed on social media." He paused, as if gathering his thoughts, trying to figure out the best way to introduce her.
"Where to start?" Ben muttered, half to himself. "She’s a very talented artist… She’s got the voice, and she’s not afraid of hard work. We have a lot of hope in her. But, uh, I worry for her. Personally, I mean."
After a short pause, Ben continued.
"Harlow’s young. She’s far from us...she lives out in Brisbane. And, well, she’s one of those kids who really suffered during the COVID lockdowns. Like a lot of her generation, she’s still trying to make sense of the world."
Ben paused again, the line quiet except for the distant sound of Hudson shifting on the other end.
"For Head South," Ben continued, "she’s like a kid living on the other side of the planet, someone we worry about. We’re happy with her first demos, but I care about her psychological well-being. I think she needs some guidance. I know she’s a fan of your work—especially some of the songs that, uh, leaked online... sorry to bring that up."
He winced slightly at the mention of the leaks, but Hudson didn’t react, so he pushed forward.
"She’s working on her debut album right now. Her themes are heavy: depression, isolation, anxiety, the environment, existential stuff. Musically, you can picture her in an alternative pop landscape, with some grunge and electronic influences.
He let that image hang in the air for a moment before going on.
"We thought working with you could help her find her own path. I was thinking... would you be interested in writing a track for her?"
For a long moment, there was only silence on the other end of the line.
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