So..Am I In?

"Am I in?" Carter repeated, the faint tremor in his voice betraying his hope. His question hung in the air, each passing second making his heart pound harder. He stood upright, his hand resting on the mic stand, still catching his breath from his performance.

The room was silent except for the faint hum of the studio equipment. Beyond, arms crossed and brow furrowed, paced slowly in front of Carter. The rest of the band exchanged quiet glances. Kokomi remained unwaveringly cheerful, her bright smile a beacon of encouragement.

Beyond stopped and looked directly at Carter. "Your voice has potential," he began, his tone deliberate. "Your pitch was consistent, and you brought a unique energy to the performance. I didn’t expect you to tackle a classic like *Devilman*, and honestly, you nailed the mood."

Carter felt a flicker of relief, but it was short-lived.