Hilsa:two months after behavioral modification
Two men stood in front of the one-way mirror, watching the scene unfold inside a beautifully designed studio that buzzed with life.
The warm glow of soft lighting bathed the room, reflecting off the polished equipment, while the walls were lined with guitars, keyboards, and soundproof panels.
There was an energy in the air... lively yet focused.
A burst of pearly laughter filled the space, coming from a girl standing before the microphone, headphones perched snugly on her head.
Her laughter had interrupted what had clearly been an intense recording session.
The producers, seated around the mixing console, chuckled along, their own grins spreading as they glanced at each other.
"Alright, Hilsa," one of the producers said, shaking his head with a smile, "let's compose ourselves and give it another go."
