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He rubbed his arms. “Come on, let’s head in before I freeze my ass off.” He opened the door and gestured for me to go in first. “The rest of the band is already in the studio.” I took a deep breath, clutched my guitar case tighter, and walked through the door. That voice in my head that told me I wasn’t good enough was still loud, but drowned out by the excitement I felt as Jared led me into the studio they’d rented for the next few days. Inside, Maddie was laughing at something, while Kyle grinned and Hector shook his head. Their instruments were already set up around the room, but they lounged in chairs on one side, sipping coffee while they waited. For a second I just took them in. Maddie, with her black-rimmed glasses, long brown hair, plaid shirt, and friendly smile. Kyle, covered
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