His mom’s ringtone. He’d heard it through her car windows a thousand times. On Tubidy, it was in the top ten. Proof that worship music lived outside apps, outside playlists, in the simple act of pressing “download” before entering a tunnel.

No logins. No algorithm pushing sadness or ads for protein powder. Just a white search bar and a list of what everyone else was searching for right now. The Tubidy Top Search List .

He closed the list and searched for his own song—a bootleg remix of a Tems track he’d made on BandLab. It wasn’t on the top list. Probably never would be.