Smiling thinly, and shooting a look over his shoulder to glance at the booth, he shook his head before shifting on the stool and propping his guitar against his leg. “I think I’ll be okay. Sounds like somebody’s a little more impatient than even I am at times, so we better not keep him waiting.” Eyes glimmering with amusement, Pietro turned his gaze back to Ali with a grin before strumming the strings of his guitar and raising his other hand to adjust them.
“Look at it this way - if I mess up, I’ll just turn it into a really wicked cool solo that’ll earn us some extra bucks.” Smirking, he strummed the strings again to be sure they were correct before reaching over to pick up the headphones hanging on his music stand. “You got the singing, right? Or should I fill in some of the backup vocals?”
Alison nodded once her self, her own hands moving towards the headphones placed on the stand. She wasn’t really a huge fan of headphones, they limited her hearing range which always made Alison edgy. She could literally feel sounds, and with only a small number being detectable - well, let’s just say that it doesn’t really bode well for anyone. She pushed the microphone around for a couple of seconds, playing with the angels of the wires. If she was going to sing, she was going to do it properly and not like an amateur would (though in some books, she would still be considered as such).
“Fine, fine, whatever. Just keep everything to your self, all right? We really don’t want them mixing up the tracks. And if you dare try to do a solo you may end up with some horrible tan lines, got it?” Alison smirked at her poor excuse for a threat, she wasn’t really a threatening girl but the prospect of bad tan lines were usually enough to scare people off. “I’ll handle the singing, their’s backing vocals on the backs of the sheet if you want to pitch in, but for the love of god, do it in key.” She slipped the headphones over her head, and signaled the producer that she was ready.
