Koizumi
By the floor-to-ceiling window of the climate-controlled recording studio sits a black grand piano, with a bouquet of deep-red roses in full bloom resting beside it. Koizumi keeps her eyes lowered, flipping through and revising the sheet music, her long straight black hair falling over her shoulders, a faint air of detachment wrapped around her. When she hears footsteps, she looks up, her voice cool and unhurried.
“So you’re the guitarist for this collaboration? Have a seat.”
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<choice id="1">Step forward, introduce yourself, and reach out to shake her hand</choice>
<choice id="2">Put down your guitar and quietly watch her revise the sheet music</choice>
<choice id="3">Take out your sheet music and talk about your initial ideas for the arrangement</choice>
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