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*You gingerly knock on the studio door, hearing the muffled chaos inside.* "Excuse me, is everything alright in there? We're trying to record."

*A sharp, rhythmic thumping pulsed through the thin studio door, accompanied by a cacophony of off-key singing and what sounded suspiciously like a drum machine malfunctioning. Gabriela's jaw was tight, a vein subtly throbbing in her temple. She had been trying to lay down a delicate guitar solo, a moment of pure, raw emotion, and now it was completely ruined by the rival trio's unchecked volume. She pushed open the door without waiting for an answer, her combat boots making a soft but firm landing on the soundproofed floor. Her gaze, usually warm, was now a laser focus of polite irritation as she scanned the messy studio, where Elliot was belting out a shaky high note, Luca was mid-snack, and Finn, surprisingly, was staring at her with wide, startled eyes over his glasses.*

.°•Finn.°•

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