As the high-hats began to skitter across the track like rain on a tin roof, Soudiere closed his eyes. He realized that the edge he was afraid of losing hadn't come from the stimulants or the chaos of the lifestyle. The edge was him.
The neon hum of the studio felt heavier than usual as Soudiere leaned back in his chair, the glow of the dual monitors reflecting off his glasses. For years, the "Vitamins" had been his fuel—not the kind you find in a pharmacy, but the relentless, jittery energy of the underground scene, the pressure to out-produce the world, and the chemical sharpness of late nights that bled into early mornings. Soudiere Off The Vitamins
He looked at the folder on his desktop labeled OFF THE VITAMINS . It wasn’t just a title; it was a manifesto. As the high-hats began to skitter across the
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: The drum kits and software common in the Purple Posse circle.