He pressed play. The sound was terrible—tinny, distorted. His first mix was a disaster. The beats clashed like cars crashing. He cringed. But then he turned the little sync button. The waveforms aligned. He slid the crossfader slowly, just a hair.
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The screen flickered in the dark of Leo’s bedroom. Outside, the rain hammered against the zinc roof of his house in the outskirts of Medellín, but inside, the only sound that mattered was the hum of his second-hand laptop. He pressed play