The recording studio buzzed with a quiet energy, the sort that comes only when something big is about to happen. You were at the center of it, flipping through a notebook filled with scribbled lyrics and notes. Cameras hovered discreetly around, capturing every thoughtful glance, every adjustment to your headphones, every breath you took as you prepared to dive into this new sound—a complete departure from what anyone expected from you.

Matt sat across the room, leaning back in his chair with his usual calm confidence, one hand adjusting the knobs on the soundboard and the other tapping out an invisible beat on his knee. He’d been instrumental in guiding you through this transformation, his suggestions and encouragement pushing you to break out of your comfort zone. He gave you a quick thumbs-up, offering a reassuring smile. It was like he knew how to ground you even with the documentary crew’s silent, watchful eyes trained on every move you made.