The car dropped Levi at the arts district. North East of the penthouse. It was a renovated warehouse and the class was on the fourth floor. No elevator, all there was, was a narrow stairs up in the cafeteria below.
Levi had to remove his shoes to enter. He should have worn socks. 'Tsk'
The room was spacious with the cold floors, high ceilings, and a floor to ceiling window on the south where light floods through.
There was a well maintained, but old piano in the corner and multiple recording equipment setups.
He sat down on one of the couches, beside the packs of water bottles. The walls were filled with frames of photos of her with various people that looked like celebrities.
This was different from what he had imagined. He thought this place would be like a studio, but instead, this space felt a little lived in.
At the corner, a door opened, and a man came out.
