Page 21 of Rhythm and Rapture

I may be naive about a lot of things, but my knowledge bank makes me uniquely qualified to say that the chemistry I felt in our messages was real. IS real. The formula makes sense—all the variables align, the reaction is predictable, the outcome measurable.

So why not explore it? Why not see if the theoretical models hold up under experimental conditions?

This isn't just about creating content. It's about testing a hypothesis I've been too scared to examine: that connection can exist beyond screens, that chemistry isn't just metaphorical, that threemusicians who quoted my own fears back to me might be exactly the catalysts I need.

If you're reading this, you've seen the contracts. You know what I'm asking. It's unconventional, probably insane, definitely not what any of us planned. But the best reactions often come from unexpected combinations.

The chemistry I felt was real. The question is: are you brave enough to find out what we could create together?

-Sabina

P.S. - If this is too much, I understand. We can pretend this never happened and go back to you being dedicated academic observers. But I really hope you don't.

The room is completely silent when I finish reading. Felix is staring at the contracts like they might spontaneously combust. Ash's drumsticks have gone still—never a good sign.

"She's scared," Felix says quietly. "You can feel it in every line. But she's doing it anyway."

"Because the formula makes sense," I repeat her words. "She's approaching potential rejection like a failed experiment rather than personal hurt."

"Fuck," Ash breathes, flipping through the pages of the stack in front of us. "That's either the bravest or saddest thing I've ever read. She’s really asking us to…”

"To be her first partners on camera," Felix finishes. He sets down the contract carefully, like it might explode. "She told her audience she's never... and she wants us to be..."

We lapse into silence again, the weight of her trust settling over us like a blanket.

"This is insane," I finally say.

"Which part?" Ash asks. "The part where a brilliant woman we've been borderline obsessed with for months wants us to fly to California? Or the part where she's trusting us with something this huge?"

"Yes," Felix and I say simultaneously.

Ash picks up another page, whistling low. "Jesus, look at the compensation."

"It's not about the money," I snap.

"I know it's not about the money, asshole. I'm just saying, this is a legitimate operation. Look at all these protections. Consent protocols, privacy agreements, the right to review footage..." He trails off, actually reading instead of skimming. "This is more thorough than a record contract.

Section 4.2- Medical Requirements: Please note: the following information is shared with external performers with participant's written consent.

BTL Employee:Sabina Jaspe (DOB: 08/15/2002)

Birth Control Documentation:-IUD

Type- Mirena 52mg,

Insertion Date:January 12, 2025

Effectiveness Period:Five years

Expiration Date:January 2030.

STD Panel dated January 10, 2025-All resultsnegative(HIV, Hepatitis B/C, Chlamydia, Gonorrhea, Syphilis, HSV-1/2).

Male participants acknowledge requirement for identical testing and agree to abstain from unprotected contact with other partners for 72 hours prior to and following production.”

Ash sets the page down, shaking his head. "Damn, they really thought of everything."

Felix is back in analysis mode. "The testing requirements need to happen within 72 hours of the shoot. We'd have to get tested here, immediately, then fly out.”

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