12-09-2024, 07:56 PM
Ezvin stood outside the door, his guitar case resting against his leg as he adjusted the cuffs of his shirt. He didn’t need a pep talk—this wasn’t his first rodeo—but there was a particular edge of anticipation to this meeting. Cadence Mathis. An artist whose music had made waves in ways that most people only dreamed of. Someone whose talent had both depth and range. No pressure, right? he thought, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. But he was ready. He always was.
He knocked once—firm, but not overbearing—and pushed the door open just enough to step inside. The hum of conversation paused as he entered, the kind of pause that always happened when a new presence entered the room. Ezvin let it roll off him. He was used to it. He stepped in with a steady gait, his guitar case in one hand, his leather messenger bag slung neatly across his chest.
“Good morning,” he said, his voice calm and composed, but with just enough brightness to show he wasn’t some bored suit dragging himself into the room. His gaze swept the space quickly—four bandmates, a woman in a blazer who must’ve been Marlise, and then her.
Cadence Mathis.
She was everything he’d expected, though not in the glossy, larger-than-life sense people often assumed when they met a star. No, her presence was sharper, quieter. She commanded attention without saying a word, and Ezvin respected that immediately. He didn’t let his gaze linger too long, though. This wasn’t about being starstruck. This was about showing her he belonged here.
He came to a smooth stop just inside the room and gave a polite, easy smile. “Ezvin Marveet. Marlise reached out to me about the project,” he said, keeping his tone professional but approachable. His eyes landed briefly on Cadence, meeting her gaze without hesitation. “It’s great to meet all of you—and I’m looking forward to diving in.”
He knocked once—firm, but not overbearing—and pushed the door open just enough to step inside. The hum of conversation paused as he entered, the kind of pause that always happened when a new presence entered the room. Ezvin let it roll off him. He was used to it. He stepped in with a steady gait, his guitar case in one hand, his leather messenger bag slung neatly across his chest.
“Good morning,” he said, his voice calm and composed, but with just enough brightness to show he wasn’t some bored suit dragging himself into the room. His gaze swept the space quickly—four bandmates, a woman in a blazer who must’ve been Marlise, and then her.
Cadence Mathis.
She was everything he’d expected, though not in the glossy, larger-than-life sense people often assumed when they met a star. No, her presence was sharper, quieter. She commanded attention without saying a word, and Ezvin respected that immediately. He didn’t let his gaze linger too long, though. This wasn’t about being starstruck. This was about showing her he belonged here.
He came to a smooth stop just inside the room and gave a polite, easy smile. “Ezvin Marveet. Marlise reached out to me about the project,” he said, keeping his tone professional but approachable. His eyes landed briefly on Cadence, meeting her gaze without hesitation. “It’s great to meet all of you—and I’m looking forward to diving in.”