The car dropped Levi at the arts district, northeast of the penthouse. It was a renovated warehouse, and the class was on the fourth floor. There was no elevator, only a narrow staircase up from the cafeteria below.
Levi had to remove his shoes to enter. He should have worn socks. 'Tsk'
The room was spacious with cold floors, high ceilings, and a floor-to-ceiling window on the south where light flooded through.
There was a well-maintained but old piano in the corner and multiple recording equipment setups.
He sat down on one of the couches, beside the packs of water bottles. The walls were filled with framed photos of her with various people who looked like celebrities.
This was different from what he had imagined. He thought this place would be like a studio, but instead, this space felt a little lived in.
At the corner, a door opened, and a man came out.
"Oh my God, I am so sorry for exceeding my session. I had to use the toilet." The man quickly took his things and left.
