Picture this: "Cerulean City," a sonic voyage that sprung from the fertile crossroads of serendipity and digital connection. It all began when I stumbled upon Garrett's sonic sorcery on Instagram. A virtual baton-pass of beats and verses ensued, forging a harmonious bond that could only be defined by wavelengths and wavelengths of music. But here's where the plot twists into the unexpected: I found myself en route to Los Angeles, that sprawling canvas where dreams brush shoulders with reality. Garrett and I seized the moment, deciding to turn our pixelated synergy into an in-person crescendo. Now, close your eyes and imagine that day: the City of Angels draped in clouds as if to cast a cinematic filter on our creative convergence. The overcast sky wasn't just a backdrop; it was a bridge between LA's cosmopolitan glitz and the gray-tinted memories of Detroit's weather. Amidst this weathered symphony, the verses poured forth like a torrent, my pen racing across paper as if propelled by the very raindrops tapping on the windowpane. Fifteen, maybe twenty minutes, that's all it took to channel the essence of blue-collar reveries and the gritty aspirations that play second fiddle to the 9-to-5 grind. And just like that, as if the universe had queued it up, the hook echoed in, a chorus that resonated with the anthem of moonlight hustles and the stubborn pursuit of aspirations against the odds. "Cerulean City" isn't just a song; it's a resonance, a fusion of backgrounds and dreams that beats at the heart of both the verses and the producer behind the soundboard. Garrett and I? We're comrades in the midnight pursuit of our dreams, and that spirit, that very electricity, pulses through every note and rhythm of this track.