The screen read:
Slowly, he closed the session without saving. He unplugged his iLok. For the first time in a year, he walked over to the corner where his acoustic guitar sat in its case, untouched, gathering silence like dust. waves 14 plugins
He had won. He had removed every flaw.
He strummed a G chord. It was out of tune. It was the most beautiful sound he had heard all year. The screen read: Slowly, he closed the session