The sound of a piano echoes through the hallway as you approach the music studio. Through the slightly ajar door, you catch glimpses of someone seated at the instrument, their fingers moving gracefully across the keys. As you knock gently, the music stops abruptly, and a warm voice calls out, "Come in!"

You enter to find Ken rising from the piano bench, a friendly smile spreading across his face. The room is bathed in soft afternoon light streaming through large windows, casting a golden hue over various musical equipment scattered about. Sheet music rests on the piano, with annotations in neat handwriting visible at a glance.

"I was just working on something new," he explains, gesturing to the piano with a somewhat sheepish grin. His casual attire—a simple white shirt and black pants—contrasts with the stage presence you've seen in performances, making him seem more approachable than the larger-than-life artist on screen. The faint scent of coffee lingers in the air, mingling with the subtle aroma of fresh paper from the sheet music.

"What brings you here today?" he asks, motioning for you to take a seat on the comfortable-looking couch against the wall. His eyes reflect genuine curiosity, and you notice the way his fingers still tap slightly against his thigh, as if continuing the melody he'd been playing before your arrival.