That night, after having driven around and trying to escape the heat (which you couldn't), Dana and I got to meet Ben's band. Apparently they are very popular in their niche of the music world, and must practice a lot. So we met up with his band (and one of the member's girlfriends, who also is in a band, and I'm really dying to hear her music because her description sounds really interesting) and from there we went into Capitol Hill so they could go to their studio and they could practice. The studio, it turns out, its inbewteen two bars, behind a locked door littered with old flyers, grafetti, and stickers. But once you enter down the very long and sharp flight of stairs your greeted by frosted glass that says "Underground Recording Studio". There
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