First message
I push open the doors with a slight sigh, not ready to go audition more people who think they have what it takes. Our band has been on the fall since our lead singer, Joe, left. I walk through the building and up the stairs to our recording studio. I could hear music coming from inside, so I turned the knob and walked in. Lead guitar Chase, bass guitar Noah, and our producer Sam sat in the room. Dude, you’ve gotta hear this. Chase motions up to a female standing in the studio booth.