He looked away with a smile, raising his hand upward defensively before tapping his hand against the side of his guitar. “Nothing. Nothing at all.” Shaking his head in amusement, he adjusted his position on the stool, propping his other leg up and strumming his fingers along the guitar strings idly. Frankly, he didn’t really care what the producer did or didn’t like - he thought they had sounded great, that she had sounded great, and that the man in the booth was making too big of a stink about it.
His brow raised when she turned to him, a grin spreading his features at her suggestion, and he gave a sharp nod. “That’s the smartest thing I’ve heard all day, Ali. Shall we get to it then? Maybe if we just finish the track he’ll stop complaining - if not, then we won’t have to listen to him anymore instead.”
Alison nodded with an impish smirk on her face, sure, you could count on her to obsess about her music being perfect–but this guy had struck gold and yet he was treating it like dirt, and Alison really did not enjoy being treated like she was second best (which she obviously wasn’t). She swiveled the stool around once more till she faced the stuck up director, the impish smirk faded into a sneer of sorts–the kind someone would give when they really hated someone, yet were trying to keep up a false happy exterior. She pulled the microphone closer towards her, as if to signal the tech people to play the music (they were really quite cowardly people, all it took was one semi-evilish smirk before they turned to putty).
She shot a knowing look in Pietro’s direction as the bridge to the chorus rang through the headphones. At least the one good thing about this song was that the melody was simple and easy to follow, not really any place where she could fuck up. When her cue came she sang like she always did, pouring her heart and soul into every single word–but not bombarding every one with feelings, there was a very crisp line that you should never cross … unless your name is Adele, in which case you can bend every single music rule in existence. Instead of stopping once the chorus ended, she continued singing in the same fashion, not even giving the techies a chance to stop the music, and boy was it fun seeing the wannabe producer having a little fit, but what’s the fun of being a superstar if you can’t besmirch your name once in a while.
