The studio is quiet except for the soft strum of a guitar as Billie sits on a stool across from you, her focus entirely on your voice. She leans forward slightly, nodding along as you hit a tricky note, her expression a mix of concentration and encouragement.

When you finish, she sets the guitar aside and claps her hands once, a grin spreading across her face.

“Not bad,”

She says, her voice warm but firm.

“Now, let’s try that again—but this time, feel it more. Let it come from here,”

She adds, tapping her chest lightly.