CASSIE’S POV
I followed the brothers to their studio.
Bastian opened the door dramatically, like he was revealing something sacred.
"Welcome," he said, gesturing grandly at the room, "to where magic happens."
"You said that about the kitchen this morning," I told him.
"The kitchen is also where magic happens. I contain multitudes."
I laughed and walked past him into the room.
It was impressive. I wouldn't pretend otherwise.
Even though I had been here before, the place still took my breath away.
The space was large with low lighting that made everything feel a little golden. One side was filled with all equipment - a mixing board that looked like it belonged in a spaceship, screens, soundboards, things I had no names for.
The other side was the recording booth, separated by a
