"So if we tighten the middle, bump Chris up a third, Lance down a third --" Justin tapped the notebook sitting on the tile floor between them. The room was thick and heavy with steam.

JC nodded. "That would totally work. I don't think it's full enough yet. If we put in a little more --"

"Guys?" Joey's voice, outside the bathroom, was raised to be heard over the running shower. "What are you doing in there?"

They shared a glance. "Acoustics," JC called back. He didn't think he could sum up "the bathroom is where the creativity flows best" very well.

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