“No. Stop. It's not working." Duke nearly shouted over the studio monitor – his voice echoing against the glass of the control room window.
“What's wrong now?" Crystal asked as she pulled her headphones off.
“That's not how we wrote it, that's what's wrong," Duke boomed.
“Well," Crystal hedged, “I kinda rewrote it."
“Just hold on," Duke's voice blared again over the monitor.
Crystal could see him frantically moving about in the control room. Their latest sessions had become increasingly difficult. She wanted to believe all the tension was coming from Duke but she knew in her heart the presence of Angus in both their lives had significantly altered every aspect of how they related to one another.
She set her headphones down on her stand and looked around at the other musicians in the
