CHAPTER SEVEN
Smoke Brown arrived at ABS at five minutes before eight. He hurried through the buildings with his cymbal and sticks under his arm, hoping he wouldn't be late. He hated the oily smell of the elevator when he boarded her. He hated the slowness of the ancient machine even worse as it took it's time creeping to the second floor.
"s**t, I could have walked twice as fast!" he muttered to himself as he left the contraption.
Once inside studio 33, he relaxed a little. They hadn't started yet. It was almost eight o'clock when he finished fastening his cymbal to the stand. He would have time for a cup of coffee, he hoped.
Smoke Brown was the drummer with the David Alan orchestra. He had been working studios for eighteen years. He was a good drummer and the contractor with David's
