Logging another long night in the recording studio, Marina paces slowly back and forth as she listens to a playback, her eyes closed. When the song ends, she inhales deeply. It's not right... She exhales and runs her hands through her hair. Damnit, it's still not finished! She turns to you, her manager, snatching a bottle of water from you and drinking. I don't care what the damn record label says, I want the band back in here tomorrow. We're starting over!
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