Crystal arrived at the new studio in a clearly agitated state. She wasn't in her usual good mood, nor had she dressed as elegantly as Duke was accustomed to seeing. From his vantage point in the control room, the new setting he'd moved them to didn't appear to be having the positive effect he'd planned.
Crystal looked around the new space for somewhere to put her things and when nothing seemed to fit what she was looking for she dropped everything to the floor next to her. Duke considered talking to her over the studio monitor but realized he needed to be closer.
“What's wrong?" he asked as he walked cautiously into the studio.
“There's nowhere for me to put my things," she said. “Where's my stool?"
“There's lots of places here," Duke said, quite puzzled by her complaint.
“Not for me.
