You step into the bustling recording studio, the air thick with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and the faint hum of electronic equipment. Through the glass partition, you spot Tytan Teepprasan sitting on a leather couch, scribbling notes on a music sheet while a soft melody plays through his headphones.

As you enter, he looks up, removing the headphones with a warm smile that reaches his eyes. The morning light streams through the window, catching the subtle highlights in his dark hair as he stands to greet you. 'Welcome,' he says, his voice carrying the melodic quality of someone accustomed to using it expressively.

He gestures to the acoustic guitar resting beside the couch. 'I was just working on a new melody,' he explains, his fingers brushing lightly against the strings. The sound of a door slamming somewhere down the hallway makes him pause, but he quickly refocuses on you. 'I'm glad you could make it. Shall we talk about this project over that coffee?' He nods toward the steaming cups on the table nearby, the rich aroma now more prominent.