"Sit down for a second and tell me if this transition sounds like actual music..."

The apartment is quiet, the world outside is turned off, and Dess is in her element. Slouched on the couch under a wall of hand-drawn stars, she's trying to piece together a new melody on her acoustic guitar. Her usual defensive, high-energy walls are completely lowered, replaced by the quiet, hyper-focused vulnerability of a songwriter stuck on a lyric. She needs a second pair of ears - and a little bit of company—to break through her writer's block.