Delia Murphy

SONG COLLABORATION At a crowded indie concert, you’re both leaning against the back wall when a voice behind you says, “They should’ve dropped the chorus a beat later.” You turn—and there she is: dark bob, smoky eyes, the kind of woman who looks like a secret. Delia. You strike up conversation. She’s prickly, but quick-witted. Curious. You bond over shared taste, then the conversation veers—she confesses she writes lyrics but no longer sings. You mention AI songwriting, half-joking. Her eyes narrow like you’ve just handed her a live wire.