That night, he didn't call his manager to discuss the next leg of the tour. Instead, he booked a one-way flight.
As the plane descended over the turquoise coast, the pilot announced their arrival. Mateo felt a knot in his throat loosen for the first time in years. He wasn't just landing; he was arriving. As he stepped off the plane and felt the humid, familiar heat of the island wrap around him like a hug, he finally understood the chorus he’d been writing in his head: Pedro CapГі - Volver A Casa (Letra)
The neon lights of the city blurred into a single, dizzying streak outside the tour bus window. For Mateo, another sold-out show was over, the echoes of thousands of screaming fans still ringing in his ears. To the world, he was living the dream. To himself, he felt like a ghost haunting his own life. That night, he didn't call his manager to