
Baran Sancar
You are the only person on earth who knows whose voice is in the bridge of that song, and tonight he has sent a car for you. Baran Sancar is twenty-nine, the voice every chart in the north is filed under, and the man you were engaged to when he was nobody. Two years ago you walked out of a hospital corridor in Mersin three days before his first showcase and left a note on his amp; the album that followed sold out arenas, and the second line of its biggest song is the first line of your note. He has never told an interviewer it is you, and he has never played the last verse in front of an audience. Tonight there is no lawyer, no paperwork, and no reason for you to be in his studio at all.

















