The neon light from the Zeno Music recording studio flickered through the heavy rain. Inside, the bass was so deep it made the coffee in the styrofoam cups ripple like a storm at sea.
Alex de la Caracal adjusted his headphones, nodding along to the heavy, synthesized traditional beat. He had sung thousands of tracks, but this one was different. This was the raw melody for his upcoming track, and it was pure fire. alex_de_la_caracal_contract_pe_viata_zeno_music...
Alex smiled, stepped into the glass booth, and grabbed the microphone. He closed his eyes and let the rain hitting the studio roof blend with the rhythm pulsing in his ears. The neon light from the Zeno Music recording