2Down in the control room, Aldo and Luce sit in big padded leather office chairs. Bale's at the desk in front of them, his hands dancing across dials, buttons, sliders and knobs, his long fingers quick and graceful as a concert pianist's.
Through the Perspex window looking into the live room, Aldo can see Ross standing there, headphones on, head down, just noodling away on his bass, playing little runs and riffs as he warms up and Bale finds the right tone and texture. Ross hasn't looked up since they arrived. Beside Aldo, Luce is doing his head in with her fidgeting. Drumming her hands on the arm rests of her chair, constantly changing her sitting position, squirming in her seat and casting frequent nervous glances over at Bale. Aldo has the impression she's about a blink away from bolti
