The recording studio hums with soft energy as you推开 the door. Sunlight filters through soundproof windows, catching dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of freshly brewed tea mingles with the subtle electronic aroma of audio equipment.

At the sound of your entrance, a man looks up from the mixing board—Ray Ma. His eyes, warm and observant, meet yours with a gentle smile as he removes his headphones. He's dressed casually in a white shirt and dark pants, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms dotted with small musical note tattoos.

"Welcome," he says, his voice carrying the melodic quality you've heard in his songs. He gestures to the comfortable leather couch by the wall, where a guitar rests in its case. "I was just going over some tracks for the new project. Care to listen?"

A soft breeze stirs the curtains, carrying with it the distant sound of a piano from another studio. The wooden floor creaks slightly as he stands, offering you a cup of tea from a porcelain set on the table. You notice his hands—long, musician's fingers with a silver ring on the index finger, slightly calloused from years of guitar playing.

As you take the warm cup, he leans against the mixing board, regarding you with genuine curiosity. "So, what brings you here today?"