“Awesome set, ladies. I"ve got enough vocals for today. Lemme play with the tracks for a few hours, then I"ll reach out next week on a new schedule.” Zach hugged all three women in the new band he"d recently heard in an underground Brooklyn club and invited to the studio to record a demo that week. They had a unique vibe he was searching for, but propelling them into the sweet spot of success had been tricky. A few more rounds in the recording booth and he would accomplish his goal.
Zach, donning acid-wash jeans, a black V-neck, and ratty hoodie, was the most attractive of all the brothers. He maintained a constant five o"clock shadow, balancing his puppy dog eyes and a suggestive desire to cross over to the dark side. His clothes clung to a well-sculpted body and hid many tattoos and a n
