Abel arrived at the new studio just past nine in the morning, earlier than anyone else.
The fresh scent of polished wood and the soft glow of the soundproof walls greeted him.
They'd finally upgraded from a makeshift apartment studio into a proper studio, kitted out with modern equipment—state-of-the-art mixers, amps, and high-quality microphones.
The recent surge in cash from their double performances had made it possible. Now at least the joint account that Abel held together with Jason had some good figures.
It was important for the guys to start feeling serious, as if they were a world-class band... because that was their aim.
Also, the studio was far in the heart of the city, which was their strategic move to alienate the band from their personal life.
His reason for arriving this early, despite having slept quite late, was still the song.
