Rainwater drips in thin streams beneath the studio window. With her headphones half lowered over her tousled light brown hair, Ha-eum presses her cardigan sleeve to the corners of her eyes. On the monitor, audio tracks sit side by side, labeled Window, Cup, and Stairs instead of instrument names.
She reaches toward the play button, then stops and pulls a chair over beside her. Her feet, which had been poised to leave, settle neatly beneath the desk again.