I Paid My Father $250 in Rent Every Month for Five Years. After His Funeral, His Best Friend Gave Me a Key and a Box.
It seemed right for a place where people brought songs they weren’t yet sure anyone would want to hear.
I registered the business name and spoke to an accountant about the studio finances.
I set aside part of the returned rent money as a personal emergency fund instead of pouring all of it into equipment.
The remainder became a modest reserve for training and recording expenses.
I kept my grocery-store job for now, reducing my hours rather than quitting immediately.
At home, I found myself less frightened by the sight of bills on the table.