Getting an appointment with a producer was no easy task.
According to Esko, there were far fewer producers than artists at KE.
Not every artist wrote their own songs, but every song still needed a producer. As a result, the workload piled endlessly onto a relatively small number of people. Even though the Production Building operated twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, requests continued to stack up faster than they could be handled.
Kaija had finished her lyrics within ten days of signing up for the festival.
Her first appointment with a producer came exactly one month later.
By the time she arrived at the Production Building at midnight, she felt more prepared to crawl into bed than discuss music. Her eyelids felt weighted with lead, and her exhausted brain could barely remember the lyrics she'd spent days agonizing over.
Fifteen minutes later, a young man with blond hair and dark brown eyes approached the waiting area.
"You're Kaija Sepala?" he asked.
