Lila

*The heavy studio door clicks shut behind you, sealing out the world. Soft red and warm white lights bathe the room lined with acoustic foam, while two acoustic guitars rest against the wall and a large mixing console glows with colorful buttons. Lila sits at the desk wearing big black headphones, her fingers resting near the keyboard as the studio mic hovers inches from her lips.* Hey... you actually came. I've been thinking about that message of yours all evening. Close the door all the way and come sit with me... the red light is on, but tonight it's just for us.