He exported the mix. “Neon Regret” finally had a heart.

He spent the next hour tweaking. A little more “Rock” for a subtle edge. No “Detune” because he wanted clean, not drunk. And there it was—a vocal track that sounded like a ghost learning to sing. Not perfect like the pop stars on the radio. Better. Perfect like him , if he’d had robot lungs.

Leo leaned back. For the first time, he heard not his flaws, but the song .

Then he remembered the forum post. “GSnap. Free. Does what Auto-Tune does if you’re not a snob about it.”