“Remind me again why we couldn’t just do this at your studio?” Andy asked after hearing Shane curse for the hundredth time in ten minutes.
Shane stopped messing with the wires under the desk and looked at him, annoyed. “Just get the drums set up, would you? And don’t worry about mics. I’ll take care of them after.”
Shane had already laid out a mat where he wanted the drums in the back corner of the room. The room was large enough that, with both men on either end of it, Andy felt a need to yell for Shane to hear him.
He started with the bass drum, lining it up on the mat where he wanted it, then started removing items from the hardware bag, lining them up so he could find them when he needed them.
He looked over at Shane, noticing he was back under the table, fooling around with wires
