The Tempo Life Brings

Studios

Sitting in one of those faux leather seats in the studio, Bakugo's foot taps against the carpeted flooring as he waits for the sound engineer to enter the room. He's supposed to help with the drumming tracks as he sits there and gives attention to the demo Bella sent him on his phone. He's figuring out that his nerves won't leave him alone. He's continually drinking water as a form of nerves acting up, and numerous trips to the bathroom haven't helped him much.

"Why are you so nervous?" Midoriya, who doesn't apprehend the pressure, asked Bakugo.

"This can go one of two ways," Bakugo clarifies. "Either today goes by smoothly, or it'll go to complete shit."

"Well," Bella speaks out, stepping into the room, "that's one way to be blunt."

Bella sports a grey v-neck t-shirt with a pocket on the left side, dark-washed skinny jeans, a pair of black faux leather boots that have been through a little bit, her hair pulled back in a low ponytail, and no makeup on her face.

Andres isn't that far behind her, modeling a black t-shirt, light-washed holey jeans, and a pair of tennis shoes, and his hair still its crazy, wavy self.

One thing the ash-blond male didn't see would be the two of them holding guitar cases in their hands, letting him know that not only Bella fronts this band, but her boyfriend also plays for them.

"Aw," Bakugo coos jokingly, "keeping it as tightly-knitted as possible. Does your brother play, too?"

"That," another man butts in, "is true also."

A man who looks almost exactly like Bella emerges out of nowhere, and his fashion selection is chaotic: a bright green tank top, dark-washed jeans, and bright orange tennis shoes, but the socks are a mismatched pair. He carries a guitar case, too, but reassures the ash-blond male he is their bassist.

"That's my twin brother, Jamie," Bella says, scrutinizing the other brunette up and down, "and that's how he dresses."

Behind Jamie is a scruffy-looking, slender man in his mid-thirties wearing a buttoned-up grey shirt, black skinny jeans, and a pair of black shoes. He has blond hair that goes to his jawline, a pair of glasses on his face, and hazel brown eyes with bags underneath them, showcasing his lack of sleep as he grips one of those paper coffee cups like his life depends on it.

"Hey," the male says, his voice more profound than anything given his figure, "the name's Tobias. I'm the sound engineer.

Bakugo reaches out to shake the older male's hand, who gladly obliges. "So," Bakugo begins, "you're helping me today?"

"Well, yes," Tobias answers. "I'm pretty sure you know how the setup goes, but today, Bella wants to try and attempt a live take of one of the songs she'll have you fill in."

"Never done that before," Bakugo declares, "so what is it?"

"Essentially," Tobias demonstrates, "it is a single attempt at recording a song or a part of one. Somewhat similar to how they do it in movies and T.V. shows. We all know how you are skill-wise, but we must do this to see where we stand."

Bakugo nods, though he is against the idea because it's a free pass for him to screw up if he doesn't do a terrific job. After being used to how he did it with Deep Dope, it might be a good idea to switch pace for its sake. After all, it was his idea to come to the States for work, and he agreed to help out Bella and the others.

Bakugo, Bella, Jamie, and Andres wander through the studio doors and examine the equipment neatly arranged in their area; he already knows this entire room is proportionately ample for an instrument recording domain in the studio. He sees the double-kick drum kit in the far back, already knowing he will be taking that up soon.