He slumped back into the vinyl lobby chair, heart pounding. A few minutes later, his phone buzzed.
Marcus smiled. He pulled the USB stick out of the computer. It was warm to the touch. He realized that wasn't just a backup tool. It was proof that the studio wasn't the software or the computer. The studio was between his ears. fl studio 20 portable
At 5:43 AM, he rendered the final mix to a 320kbps MP3, saving it directly to the USB drive. He ejected the drive, pulled out his phone, and uploaded the file via mobile hotspot. The progress bar crawled. 1%... 50%... 99%. He slumped back into the vinyl lobby chair, heart pounding