When the last note faded, the studio was silent. The air smelled like ozone and old earth. Javier stepped back, wiping sweat from his brow, his eyes still flickering with a reptilian yellow light.
"You feel that?" Harto whispered, his fingers dancing over the faders. When the last note faded, the studio was silent
“Tiranosarius Rex,” he muttered, the syllables snapping like dry bone. When the last note faded