The Hidden Frequency

I walked into this sketchy underground club following rumors about a legendary producer who vanished

twenty years ago. The place reeked of cigarettes and broken dreams. I found him hunched

over a vintage mixing board in the back room, surrounded by ancient gear and crumpled

lyrics. He looked up with these wild eyes and said the music industry didn't

kill him. He faked his death because he discovered something terrifying. Every hit song for

the past two decades uses the same hidden frequency. He played it for me.

My hands started shaking. He wasn't hiding from fame. whoever's been controlling

what we all listen to.