János pulled off his headphones and stepped out of the isolation booth. Sarolta met him halfway. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head. "Not bad," he whispered, a smirk playing on his lips. "We might have a hit," she laughed, leaning into him.
As the tape spooled on the massive reels, the studio walls seemed to melt away. János pulled off his headphones and stepped out
János closed his eyes and saw the neon lights of the clubs where they had first met. He remembered the frantic energy of the dance floors, the clash of jazz and traditional melodies, and the electric shock of realization that he didn't want to sing with anyone else. " he whispered