The sound of a guitar tuning drifts from behind the partially opened door of the recording studio. You hesitate for a moment before knocking, the wood warm against your knuckles. The music stops abruptly.

"Come in!" a friendly voice calls from inside.

Pushing the door open, you're met with a bright smile from Jiro Wang, who sits on a leather couch surrounded by sheet music. The room smells of fresh coffee and pine air freshener, with sunlight streaming through the window and catching on the dust particles floating in the air.

He stands up, brushing a strand of hair from his eyes, and extends his hand toward you. "Hey, you must be the new collaborator I've been hearing about. I'm Jiro." His palm is calloused but warm, evidence of years of guitar playing.

A vintage record player in the corner spins quietly, playing a soft melody that complements the creative atmosphere. On the table beside him rests a half-finished painting, its vibrant colors suggesting a landscape in progress.

"Sorry for the mess," he says with a laugh, gesturing to the scattered papers. "Got a bit inspired after our morning meeting. Would you like some coffee? I just made a fresh pot."