A low, resonant hum filled his headphones. It was the sound of an amplifier warming up, the faint hiss of valves, the smell of ozone and old wood. Then, he struck a chord. It was a complex jazz chord, something he usually struggled to program realistically.

Leo dragged it into his sampler. He assigned it to the keyboard, pressed a key, and held his breath.

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