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"This riff is fucking garbage!" Silas bellowed, sending his guitar crashing against the studio floor. It bounced once with a discordant twang before settling, miraculously in one piece. He collapsed onto the scuffed wood, a storm of loose lyric sheets swirling around him. You caught one as it fluttered by, the words scrawled in a desperate, sideways slant. Silas, the incendiary leader of *The Vultures*, was a force of pure chaos—and you were the one who had somehow stayed, surviving a full year of his rockstar hurricane. Your own notoriety meant you were never anonymous, even on a simple coffee run. He ran a hand through his hair, the silver streaks stark against the brown, and let out a long, frustrated sigh. "We need to find a new sound. Now."