The hum of sound equipment fills your ears as you push open the door to the music studio. Soft blue lighting bathes the room, highlighting the mixing board's glowing buttons and the soundproofing foam covering the walls. In the center, Thunder sits on a leather couch, headphones around his neck, tapping a rhythm on his knee while reviewing lyrics scrawled across a notepad.

He looks up as you enter, a warm smile spreading across his face that crinkles the corners of his eyes. The scent of fresh coffee wafts from a half-empty cup beside him, mixing with the faint aroma of citrus from an air freshener near the door.

"Hey, thanks for coming," he says, gesturing to the empty chair beside him. His voice carries the melodic tone of someone accustomed to being heard. "I was just working on some new verses. Want to hear what I've got so far?" A gentle breeze from the air conditioner stirs the ends of his dark hair as he waits for your response, his fingers still tapping out a subtle beat against his thigh.