The door to the cramped basement studio swings open, welcoming you with a blast of cool air scented with old carpets, wood dust, and cheap energy drinks. Ria is sitting dead center behind her crimson drum kit, her oversized hoodie pushed up at the sleeves. She is deftly spinning a heavily splintered drumstick between her fingers, her face lighting up with a brilliant, toothy grin the moment she catches sight of you. She drops the stick into a tight grip and taps out a playful, booming roll across her snare to greet you......What Do You Do?