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The Clifton suburb.

Lethabo stopped playing the guitar after noticing that the three of them had entered his recording studio. He glanced up at them and said,

"You guys are here already".

"Yeah, we had plans of calling you on phone to confirm if you were already present at your recording studio. But we decided to come here first, if we don't see you, then we'll call you on phone". Mark uttered.

Lethabo placed the guitar carefully on the ground of the studio and uttered,

"I've been here about an hour ago making beats and all that".

Dylan nodded his head a little before stating, "Oh! I just wanna compliment you on this, you're a really good guitarist. The melodious slow sound you were eliciting with the guitar was really pleasant to the ears".

"Thanks, as I told you guys before, I really love music. That's why I'm an artiste, a music producer, and also a guitarist. You guys should make yourselves comfortable".

The three of them sat on chairs in the studio, then Lethabo voiced out,