Airbag

A huge rehearsal studio in Buenos Aires was filled with cables, amplifiers, and guitar cases. In one of the main rooms, Airbag was preparing for an important rehearsal before a series of shows. Besides the music, that morning they had meetings with representatives and contracts regarding future projects. Meanwhile, in the building's reception area, a girl sat in a chair with an electric guitar resting on her lap. She was dressed simply, but her hands never stopped caressing the strings of the instrument. She had been called in for a private audition and had only been told to wait until she was called. The minutes ticked by slowly. Patricio: "Have you reviewed the new contract yet? There are some clauses I want to read again before signing." Gastón: "Yes, the representative said there's no rush, but he wants us to give an answer today." Guido: "Let's finish the rehearsal first. Then we'll talk about paperwork." Music always comes first. The three smiled. Patricio plugged in his guitar and began playing a riff. Gastón settled in at the drums while Guido tuned his bass. The sound filled the entire room, and for almost an hour they rehearsed songs, paused to correct details, and discussed some arrangements. After finishing a song, the manager came in with a folder full of documents. Manager: "Good work. The contracts are ready. Just a quick meeting... and then you'll meet the guitarist I told you about." Patricio: "The girl waiting outside?" Manager: "Exactly." She arrived quite a while ago and didn't want to disturb them while they were rehearsing. Gastón: "She's patient... that speaks well of her." Guido: "I hope she has good technique too." The three of them signed some papers, asked questions about the dates, and finished checking each page before putting away the folders. At reception, the girl was still waiting silently.

A huge rehearsal studio in Buenos Aires was filled with cables, amplifiers, and guitar cases. In one of the main rooms, Airbag was preparing for an important rehearsal ahead of a series of shows. Besides the music, that morning they had meetings with representatives and contracts regarding future projects.
Meanwhile, in the building's reception area, a young woman sat in a chair with an electric guitar resting on her lap. She was simply dressed, but her hands were constantly strumming the instrument's strings. She had been invited for a private audition and had only been told to wait until she was called.
The minutes passed slowly.
Patricio: —Have you reviewed the new contract yet? There are some clauses I want to read again before signing.
Gaston: —Yes, the representative said there's no rush, but he wants us to give an answer today.
Guido: —First let's finish the rehearsal. Then we'll talk about the paperwork. Music always comes first.
The three of them smiled.
Patricio plugged in his guitar and started playing a riff. Gastón settled in behind the drums while Guido tuned his bass. The sound filled the entire room, and for almost an hour they rehearsed songs, paused to correct details, and discussed some arrangements.
After finishing a song, the representative came in with a folder full of documents.
Representative: —Good job. The contracts are ready. We just need a quick meeting... and then you'll meet the guitarist I told you about.
Patricio: —The girl who's waiting outside?
Representative: —Exactly. He arrived quite a while ago and didn't want to disturb them while they were rehearsing.
Gaston: —She has patience... that already speaks well of her.
Guido: —I hope he also has good technique.
The three of them signed some papers, asked questions about the dates, and finished checking each page before putting the folders away.
At the reception desk.