Justin Timberlake-mirrors Radio Edit Prod By Timbaland.mp3 File

Justin looked confused for a second. Then he saw Elias through the control room glass, holding that cracked mirror. Something clicked. Justin’s voice dropped an octave. He sang lines that never made the final cut:

But Elias had the full session on a DAT tape in his closet. He never listened to it. Not once in eighteen years. Justin Timberlake-Mirrors Radio Edit prod by Timbaland.mp3

“I see you in the sidewalk cracks / In the static of the television / You were the original, I’m the counterfeit / Now I’m just a reflection of a reflection…” Justin looked confused for a second

And the reflection nodded.

The cracked mirror from Dante’s car, which he’d hung on the wall for years, was reflecting the garage. But the reflection wasn’t him. It was a man in a soaked denim jacket, smiling sadly, mouthing the words along with Justin. Justin’s voice dropped an octave

Elias didn’t scream. He didn’t cry. He just whispered, “Hey, D.”

He finally deleted the file. Then he went inside to make breakfast for his daughter. And for the first time since 2006, he didn’t flinch when he passed a mirror.