“Are you sure the label is cool with this?” Rafi said as he parked outside the studio. “Giving us a recording session, when the band is still so up in the air?”
“Oh, yeah.” Amber waved a dismissive hand as she unbuckled her seatbelt. “Even if things don’t go the way you want, they’re interested in signing you as a solo act, so this is a good investment for them either way.”
“I already told you, I don’t want to be a solo act.”
“This is a good investment either way,” she repeated. “Come on.”
They walked in to find the sound engineer, Luke, already in deep conversation about tempo with Distant Kingdom’s producer, DJ Orbit.
“Yeah, soft and quick like that, I think that’s gonna be about right. Here’s the man himself to tell us for sure. Rafi, my man!” DJ Orbit turned to greet Rafi with his
