COPILOTO drops us straight into the passenger seat of a late-night car ride where Belén Aguilera tries to steer the mood with nothing but the playlist. She cannot drive, yet she is in charge of the music, frantically skipping tracks while hoping the perfect song will hint at the crush she is too shy to confess. Every shuffle feels like a tiny love letter hiding in plain sight.
When the chemistry she imagines never quite sparks, the ride turns bittersweet. Her date is looking for fun, not feelings, and all the witty lines, vintage photos, and “interesting music” she practiced suddenly feel pointless. The repeated refrain “Yo era copiloto” becomes a metaphor for being stuck on the sidelines of her own love story: prepared, eager, but ultimately powerless to choose the destination.