One acoustic guitar, picked clean and close, alone in a quiet room.

A voice joins, soft and very close, sitting right inside the guitar's space.

The lines stretch longer now, the voice holding its notes over the steady picking.

The voice steps back, and the guitar spreads wider to fill the room it left.

Drums and bass land together — the floor arrives under everything.

The voice returns right over the top of it — fuller, more forward, pressed harder.

The voice steps away again, and the guitars carry the groove on their own for a few bars.

Back in the verse, the voice rides the band instead of floating over a lone guitar.

This chorus opens bigger — the voice digs in, the backing thickens to match it.

The voice is gone; an electric guitar takes the lead, bending long lines across the still-driving beat.

The voice climbs back up front, rougher at the edges, leaning hard into the band.

The drive eases off — the weight stays in the room, but the push lets go.

Loose vocal calls ring out over the thickest wall of the take.

A last chord and a cymbal, left to ring while everything else falls away.