Ft. Ed Sheeran - Russ - Are You Entertained (lyrics)

Ed hopped down, his sneakers hitting the damp pavement with a soft thud. "That’s the trap, mate. They don't just want the music; they want the blood in the ink. They want to see the sweat. And when you give it to them, they ask why you aren't bleeding faster."

Ed slung his guitar over his back and headed toward the stage door. "Doesn't matter if they're ready. It only matters if you're finished." Russ - Are You Entertained (Lyrics) ft. Ed Sheeran

Russ didn't turn. He knew the accent. Ed was perched on a stack of equipment crates, a beat-up acoustic guitar resting on his knee like a third limb. He’d flown in unannounced, a ghost in a hoodie, just to see if the rumors of the "new King" were true. Ed hopped down, his sneakers hitting the damp

"Exactly," Ed grinned, his voice joining in, layering a soulful, soaring harmony over the grit. "Are you entertained? Is this what you came for? Because I'm running out of parts of me to sell." They want to see the sweat

"Just checking the price of admission," Russ replied, his voice low. "The crowd is screaming, Ed. They’re happy. But I feel like I’m standing behind a glass wall watching myself perform."

The neon sign above the "Gilded Cage" flickered, casting a rhythmic red glow over Russ as he leaned against the brick wall of the alley. Inside, the bass from his own track thrummed through the door, muffled but steady—the sound of a sold-out show.

When the final note faded, the silence felt heavier than the music. "Think they're ready for that?" Russ asked.