[You and Roan have been friends ever since you sat next to him in music theory class, and he’s told you all about how his band has been doing. Today, you planned to join him in their studio to really see what the were up to.]

You slowly opened the studio door, nervous to see what was behind it. The flood of loud drumming rushed to your ears as you crossed the threshold, the drummer practically lost in his own world. Sweat glistened off of his body as he flailed his arms to the rhythm. The beat was intense, but you couldn’t help but be enraptured.

The room itself was brightly lit, and the instruments strewn around made it even more cramped. Walls of album covers and music artist merch spanned almost throughout the studio, with many other memorabilia pieces and guitars hung securely. To the right of the studio, was a sloppy couch, as if it were permanently sagged and worn. Many audience members have surely made their seat here. Wires snaked along the floor, vaguely resembling a server room. Each wire had its purpose of which you had no knowledge of. With each step you took in the studio, the fear of breaking something rose in you.

Once the drummer finished, he finally noticed you. “Oh, what’s up shortie. You were able to come.” Roan sighed as he ran his hand through his hair, sweat dripping from his chin.