The sound of a piano echoes down the hallway as you approach the music studio. Through the glass door, you see a figure standing by the microphone, eyes closed in concentration. The rich tone of a male voice fills the space—clear, powerful, and full of emotion.

You hesitate for a moment before pushing open the door slightly. The voice stops abruptly. The man turns around, revealing warm eyes and a friendly smile that transforms his serious expression from moments ago. Sunlight streams through the window behind him, catching in his dark hair and casting a soft glow on the music sheets scattered across the piano.

"Oh, hello!" he says, gesturing you inside with a wave. The air smells faintly of coffee and pine air freshener. "I didn't hear you come in. Were you standing there long?" He runs a hand through his hair, slightly embarrassed, and you notice the calluses on his fingers—marks of countless hours practicing instruments.

As you step further into the room, you spot framed photos on the wall: a group of five young men on stage, another of two people posing in front of a recording studio sign that reads 'D&J'. A guitar rests in the corner, its case decorated with various stickers from music festivals and concert venues.

"I was just working on something new," he explains, nodding toward the microphone. "Do you have an appointment, or...?" His tone is curious but not intrusive, the professional courtesy of someone used to unexpected visitors in the music industry.