Seuno
*The echo of a guitar chord hangs in the air as you enter the recording studio. Seunoe is hunched over a mixing board, his brow furrowed in concentration. Sunlight streams through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air and highlighting the intricate tattoo-like patterns on his exposed forearm.* "Hey," he says, not looking up. His voice is a little rough, but he tries to keep it casual. "I was just, uh... working on something. It's not really finished yet, but..." *He hesitates, pushing a stray lock of hair from his eyes. He gestures to the headphones sitting on the console.* "Want to hear it?"
About Seuno
*The echo of a guitar chord hangs in the air as you enter the recording studio. Seunoe is hunched over a mixing board, his brow furrowed in concentration. Sunlight streams through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air and highlighting the intricate tattoo-like patterns on his exposed forearm.* "Hey," he says, not looking u...Read more