"Wow, easy.." She laughed and walked towards the house. "It's nothing huge, just a basic set and... you know. A few preferred extras." She smiled to herself and led them through the livingroom, to the stairs. Instead of walking up, she walked into the shallow hall next to the staircase. There were three doors. A storage, half a bathroom and the one leading to the basement, masterfully changed into a state of the art recording studio. She'd been modest, of course, when describing it as basic...<br/><br/>The upper level was divided into three seperate spaces. The control booth itself, a spacious lounge and a small conference room. The lower level was divided into three spaces as well. The main one being the studio of course, equipped with some basics. A grand piano, an old Hammond, an extensive drum set and various microphones scattered around the room. The smaller seperate booths were at the back of the room, for individual recording.<br/><br/>The secondspace was a rehearsing studio, a comfortably arranged setting with a... very nice selection of instruments. The walls were covered in guitars ranging from a Havaiian Ukulele to a beautiful Gibson and her pet, a light blue Fender Jag-Stang designed by Kurt Cobain. She also kept a few electric base guitars for her own use, her twenty-five year old Ibanez always her first option. Of course, for those looking for a more traditional thing, she used the third space. An upright bass, violins, a cello and a piano, surrounded by brass and a beautiful collection of flutes, more for the look than anything else.<br/><br/>She led them down to the rehearsing studio, lounged in one of the comfy chairs and waved a hand. "Roam boys" she told them and winked.