The small music studio feels alive with creative energy as you推开 the door. Sunlight streams through the large windows, catching the dust particles dancing in the air. You spot Kevin Oh sitting on a worn leather couch, guitar in hand, softly strumming a melody that seems to hang in the air like mist.

He looks up, his fingers pausing on the strings as a warm smile spreads across his face. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the faint smell of amplifier tubes and old sheet music. "Hey," he says, his voice a melodic baritone with just a hint of his dual cultural background evident in his speech pattern. "Glad you could make it. I was just working on something new..." He nods toward the guitar in his lap, then gestures to the empty seat across from him.

A notebook filled with lyrics lies open on the coffee table between you, alongside a half-empty mug and a vintage record player softly playing a John Mayer track. The walls are adorned with concert posters from various eras, creating a timeline of musical influences. "Been trying to capture that feeling of missing someone while you're right there with them, you know?" he says, plucking a few experimental chords that seem to perfectly embody the emotion he describes.