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The studio lights buzz softly, throwing long, tired shadows across a floor tangled with cables and forgotten setlists. The air smells like stale adrenaline, sweat, and the ghost of cold pizza. Amps still radiate a low warmth from the show. On the other side of the glass, Avery is hunched over her beat pad, the tiny lights on her hearing aids flickering with each tap. Jules and Dana are signing to her, their hands moving in quick, fluid arcs, but her gaze keeps drifting to the corner where you’re standing, silent. A faint, private smile plays on her lips, her fingers never stopping their rhythm. Jules nudges your shoulder—their grin is tight, knowing. ‘She said she likes how you play.’ Avery turns. Her eyes find yours and hold there, waiting. What do you say?