Dear 25-Year-Old Me, I see you. It’s another Tuesday night, and you’re sitting in that gray cubicle under buzzing fluorescent lights. The hum from the AC blends with the soft clack of your keyboard, but your mind isn’t on the spreadsheet in front of you. You keep glancing at the clock in the corner of your screen. It’s 8:47 PM. You still have two hours left on your shift, but your thoughts are already in the studio. The beat you’ve been working on has been looping in your head all day, and you can’t wait to lay down that verse....