#swravi

Ravi glanced the softspoken man over, and his brows crept steadily up his forehead. “Riiight, okay.” He glanced over the contract he’d signed before making his way into meeting with the singer. “See, the thing is. Your people? They think you need help.” He rolled his shoulders in a shrug, cracked his tattooed knuckles. “I know I’m not a traditional musician really, but I think your voice could be really haunting over the right sort of electronic track.”