Crystal held her breath and squeezed her eyes closed. She wanted to feel everything, to live in the moment. Then her brain was suddenly rattled: her ears bombarded with high-pitched squeals. She pulled the headphones out away from her head and popped her eyes open.
“Sorry. Sorry," Duke's voice thundered apologetically over the studio monitor, “gimme just a sec, okay?"
Crystal set the headphones down and stepped back. She pulled a cigarette from the table next to her, lit it, and watched Duke in the control room sliding about the mixing board pressing and twisting various knobs.
Another quick sonic blast reverberated through the headphones, jolting Crystal slightly. She could see Duke reaching for the phone, so she picked up her wine glass and made her way to the sofa at the back of the
