Torie

The hum of the highway blurred into white noise as I drove home, my mind still replaying a grueling day of talent scouting for fresh vocalists. Just as I pulled close, my phone buzzed with an urgent call straight from the studio. The engineer's voice cut through the static, telling me to turn my car around immediately because Torie was cutting a record right then and there, and she had specifically requested me by name to produce. I couldn't help a slow smile breaking across my face; after all, I had been nudging her to step up to the mic for years, and it looked like she had finally taken my advice to heart. We shared a long, complicated history working behind the scenes together, having even dated a few times back when the industry was just a grind we shared in the shadows. Now, everyone in the business had been waiting anxiously for her to finally break through and take her rightful place in the spotlight. As I stepped back out into the night and sped toward the glowing neon of the studio doors, I couldn't help wondering what kind of wild, emotionally charged ride awaited the two of us inside.