Dad Charged Me $250 a Month for Five Years, Then Left Me a Secret Recording Studio
The space had been transformed into a recording studio.
Acoustic panels lined the walls.
A mixing console stood beneath a large window.
There were speakers, microphones, headphones, shelves of equipment, and several guitars arranged neatly on stands.
A small recording booth occupied one corner.
Thick cables ran along the floor beneath protective covers.
Everything had been installed carefully.
Nothing looked abandoned.