Alina Eremia Si Bianca Dragomir - Strange-ma In... File

The neon lights of the recording studio buzzed with a low, electric frequency, casting a soft magenta glow over the mixing console. Inside the soundproof live room, Alina Eremia and Bianca Dragomir stood opposite each other, separated only by a dual-microphone setup and the palpable tension of creative energy. They were about to record "Strânge-mă În Brațe" (Hold Me in Your Arms), a track that had lived in their notebooks and voice memos for months.

As the bridge approached, the production stripped away, leaving only a ticking clock sound and a lone, weeping cello. Alina Eremia Si Bianca Dragomir - Strange-ma In...

Bianca nodded, closed her eyes, and delivered a devastatingly fragile line about the fear of the dark without that person. Alina followed immediately with an ad-lib that felt like a controlled explosion of grief and passion, her voice breaking slightly at the peak—a perfect, unpolished moment of pure humanity. The neon lights of the recording studio buzzed

"Just breathe it out here," Alina whispered to Bianca during the brief pause. As the bridge approached, the production stripped away,

When the final chorus hit, the production exploded into a wall of sound. Heavy electronic drums, sweeping strings, and layered vocal harmonies filled the room. Alina and Bianca fed off each other’s energy, pushing their vocals to the absolute limit. They were trading lines, overlapping, crying out to the microphone as if it were the person they were singing to.