I worked on preparations during the day, before heading in to Hyderabad on the Mehran University bus. If my timings line up, I usually take the Sindh University bus, but let me tell you, this bus was nuts. This guy drove really fast and crazy, but we got there, so that was good.I needed to send a script to a musician via courier, but the one in Jamshoro was closed. I called in and learned that there were some branches in the city that would be open. First I picked up a bunch of DV tapes for recording music, then I walked all around and found a TCS (courier) branch, only to learn that they were closing for the day. They sent me far down the street to search for another branch. Walking down the street is in most places, no big deal, but in Hyderabad, you walk around sewage, piles of trash, half built road materials, broken roads, insane traffic from all directions, heat and dirt. It is really not fun. I made it, and sent the script on its way to a singer in a farther off corner of Sindh.After that, I made my way back to Majeed Soomro’s office and hung out with my friend Saqib to wait for Ustad Anb Jogi. Once he was done with recording for the Sindh TV program for the day, we would head over to rehearse a singer. Eventually we head out of the office, then Saqib joined me. He was so kind that he offered to just hang out in the city and wait for me, even knowing it could take several hours. I insisted that if he was going to stay, he would have to join, so that he could at least check something new out.We head over to the musicians home through winding lanes, dodging bulls, children, motorcycles and other people. Inside the baithak (sitting place) in the musicians’ home, we sat and waited. They came out and greeted us. Ustad Anb Jogi was coming straight there from working a grueling day at the station. I felt bad for him having to do all of this even though he was tired, but we really needed it, and this rehearsal is what was supposed to be taking place before, but did not.We sat down and rehearsed for hours. It was like magic. Farzana had been working very hard to get comfortable with all 11 pages of the script. Ustad Anb Jogi guided her on how to sing the verses. He basically composed the whole chapter, as I gave story cues for different sections. We went over the entire script in both languages and Farzana sang each line as Anb composed it for her. Her brother was practicing with us on the harmonium and there was definitely a lot of excitement in the room. She had really connected to the material and found herself trying to express the story in her singing.It was a long night, but we all left feeling like this was something special that we were trying to create. That was amazing. Anb, Saqib and I grabbed a very late dinner at a little dhaba in the area, then ate some mangoes, Anb’s namesake (anb means mango in Sindhi). It was fun to hang out for a bit, but we were all pretty tired. Saqib dropped me off and we all called it a night.