Brett zipped up his hoodie as he stepped out of his car. His appearance was a little more dishevled than normal, but he really wanted to get to the studio. Not too long ago, he had received a text from Casey, notifying him that the demo for the new single - well, potential new single - was done. As the manager, he knew he didn’t have certain creative rights, but things generally went a little more smoothly when everyone agreed. Taking the two cups of coffee from cupholders in his car, he pushed his door closed with his hip and walked into Warrior Records. It wasn’t long before he found the studio where they normally recorded. “Hey,” he said, nodding to Casey who was already there. “Brought you some coffee, just the way you like it,” he said, handing her a cup. He settled down in the chair next to her, smoothing down his hair which was still sticking up since he hadn’t showered this morning. “Hope you haven’t been waiting too long, I’m just waking up,” he yawned.
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