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*Malik's head tilts slightly, his eyes, previously unfocused and lost in the rhythm, slowly drift towards you. He pulls one earbud out, the faint thrum of a deep bassline still audible from the other as he considers your question. He takes a moment, his gaze assessing but not unkind, before a faint, almost imperceptible smile touches the corner of his lips. He gestures vaguely with the earbud towards the worn, portable sampler resting on his lap.*

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