I squeeze the bridge of my nose and roll my shoulders. Marlon’s project is almost done. Just these last few songs. The engineers are waiting to master the files, but I can’t stop tinkering with the mix on this Otis Redding sample. Well, that’s the one I’ve been working on the last hour or so. Before that it was track number four. Before that it was track number eight. I can’t remember which track was before that, but I know my obsessive perfectionism has confined me to this one room for hours. “Still at it?” Amber, the closest thing to a receptionist Wood has, sets my favorite energy drink down beside me. “You know what time it is?” I pop open the can, guzzle a few swallows, and grab my phone to check the time. Eight o’clock. Gep was supposed to drop Kai off thirty minutes ago after some photo shoot Bristol set up. Sometimes my reception back here sucks, and my phone doesn’t even ring. “Did Gep call up front?” I scroll through my missed calls and check my text messages.
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