NEW SINGLE RELEASED ! " Centre of Attention " , by Producer Bravid Valour

[Intro] I stroll the room with a whisper of shine,
A mirror in my pocket, a backstage mind.
The spotlight hums a silver lullaby,
But I’m not just seen—I’m the headline guy.

Verse 1

Stage lights flicker like a dragonfly grin,
I preen in quotes I post, and I post again.
Selfie-stick baton, I conduct the scene,
My ego’s a megaphone, loud and clean.

If fame were a fishing rod, I’d snag the moon,
But even a star knows the sky lends the tune.

Chorus

I’m the center of attention, a carnival of glare,
A chorus of reflections in every mirror there.
Winking at the world with a polished veneer,
Centrepiece of drama, loud and clear.

Attention, attention—what’s the price you pay?
When the room’s a stage, who’s directing the play?

Verse 2

I splice my lines with sequins of praise,
A runway of opinions, parades of praise.
Artful dodge of crumbs, I glitter the crumbs,
While backstage whispers tally the sums.

If vanity is a visa, I’ve crossed every line,
But a passport fades when the world stops to define.

Bridge

I crave the nod, the nods crave the me,
A mirror maze where we all pretend to see.
But look beyond the neckline, deeper than the glow,
There’s a quiet hollow only echoes know.

You can borrow applause, but you can’t own the dawn,
The curtain falls on bravado when the lights move on.

Verse 3

I rehearse the pose till the nerves feel neat,
Trade a heartbeat for a camera-click beat.
The crowd’s applause is a warm, starched shirt,
Tugging at the sleeve of the part I work.

Fame is a costume that fits for a while,
But laughter and truth outlast the style.

Chorus

I’m the center of attention, a carnival of glare,
A chorus of reflections in every mirror there.
Winking at the world with a polished veneer,
Centrepiece of drama, loud and clear.

Attention, attention—what’s the price you pay?
When the room’s a stage, who’s directing the play?

Outro

So I bow to the crowd, then step back into the glare,
Where the echoes debate the ego I wear.
If you love the glare, I’ll gladly oblige,
But the real arc waits in the silence beside the pride.

Center of attention? Maybe. But the truth is the scene:
a quiet, honest corner where all eyes finally rest, serene. [Outro]