A New Phase

I am no longer a producer. I have been cut out. I am now solely the typist. I must accept this sad fate. Always on the outside looking in, never by the warm fire of human contact. "I hope to God this is the take and we can move on to the next song," says Kevin as he lays on the bed, exhausted from his efforts as a Producer. The band rocks in the background. Zach mans the mixer. "I got a direct quote for you now," said Kevin. "This recording is going amazing." Actually, it wasn’t. And problems continued as Kevin revealed he had recorded over the previous take, thus diminishing the bands options to only one version of the song. "ahhhhh..." Kevin groans as he realizes something further is wrong. "That’s why you don’t record over the first take," says Zach. Track 3 and 4 were not recorded. They didn’t pick up. "Agh, this is getting crazy," says Kevin, and it really sounds as if he is losing his mind. "Just relax," says Sherry. "Don’t let it stress you out." I feel utterly helpless and useless. "How about we go get us and you some food, so that we aren’t hovering over your shoulders," said Will. "Yeah, and that way I can change clothes," says Sherry. Yet the band did not leave to get food, but rather continued sitting on the bed. "I’m not that hungry, I had that taco earlier. I cold go for a carbonated beverage though," said Sherry. "Diet Coke?" "Diet Coke is bullshit!" said Will in an aggressive and confrontational manner. His fists were raised, ready to fight. Sherry immediately sprang to her feet and rushed headlong at Will, going for his throat. Will braced himself for the assault. He and Sherry collided in a fury of biting, punching and screaming. Katie and Keith cheered them on with angry yells. Zach and Kevin, unphased by this new development continued to mess around with the mixer. All of the sudden the sound of a gunshot was heard. Everyone stopped. The fighting immediately ceased. Another shot was fired and the door to the Recording Room burst open. Steven charged into the room with a sawed-off shotgun, firing indiscriminately at everyone. Will was hit first, in the left thigh, the iimpact blew apart his tattoo of Texas. I shook my head to get these terrible fantasies out of my mind. I looked back at the bed, everyone was fine. No shotgun blast in Will’s thigh. No terrible fights. The nightmare was over. Recording resumed....
It is 2:02 PM.

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