"You just standing there, or you coming to join the vibe?" Elena’s voice cut through his thoughts. She was suddenly right in front of him, her eyes bright with the reflection of the strobe lights.

"It’s a good song, right?" she shouted over the crescendo.

The bass didn’t just play; it vibrated through the soles of Junior’s sneakers, a steady, rhythmic thrum that matched the heartbeat of Port of Spain at midnight. In the center of the dimly lit lounge, the speakers were pumping

As the beat dropped back in, Junior didn't overthink it. He reached out, his hand finding hers. The lyrics— this feeling that I have inside, I just can't hide —felt like they were being broadcast directly from his brain.

The song slowed in his mind, though the tempo on the floor never wavered. He remembered the long drives down the coast, the shared bake and shark at Maracas, and the way she’d hum this exact chorus when she thought he wasn't listening.

It was 2014, and the air was thick with the scent of sea salt and anticipation. For Junior, this wasn't just another Soca track—it was a confession.

In that moment, under the heavy heat of the 2014 Carnival season, the song became their anthem. It wasn't just Soca; it was the sound of everything finally falling into place.