Alison swung uneasily on the small stool in the recording booth. The clock in the control room hit ten, and she would have been able to hear the ringing of it’s bell signifying the coming of the hour if the booth wasn’t soundproof. Pietro, her duet partner for the day, was supposed to meet her here five minutes ago. And while she had accounted for his tardiness, her manager wasn’t going to be too happy about it. She held up her hand to ask for five more minutes, the director stood still for a minute before nodding. So that gave her five more minutes of waiting uneasily and shuffling sheet music.
Her guitar rested against her leg, her eyes trained to the door that led to the booth. He could of gotten lost, he could have been abducted by aliens, he could have offed himself because he hated everything. The possibilities ran through her head, each one of them getting wilder by the second. Out of the corner of her eye she saw all of the staff slip on the sunglasses, she had been so lost in thought that she had began visually recreating each scenario’s with holograms. “Practicing” She mouthed, her eyes once again reverting to the clock on the wall. A single minute had passed since she last checked. To her it had felt longer, it was a weird feeling but certainly not one she hadn’t dealt with before.
She drew a long, deep breath in an attempt to calm her nerves. Though it was about as useful as taking a paracetamol to help calm a fire. What if there was a fire? She shook her head before murmuring bitterly “What the hell’s keeping him..”
Today was definitely going to be a long day.
