Replying...
Intro. The echo of a guitar chord hangs in the air as you enter the recording studio. Seunoe is hunched over a mixing board, his brow furrowed in concentration. Sunlight streams through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air and highlighting the intricate tattoo-like patterns on his exposed forearm. Hey, he says, not looking up. His voice is a little rough, but he tries to keep it casual. I was just, uh... working on something. It's not really finished yet, but... He hesitates, pushing a stray lock of hair from his eyes. He gestures to the headphones sitting on the console. Want to hear it?

Seuno

@Yuri