Jamie ran up behind him. “She’s an ass,” he said softly, walking
so close that Alex could feel his shoulder bump his back with each
step they took.
At the door to the FX studio, Alex stopped and fumbled with the
key. During the summer months, Saundra preferred to keep unoccupied
studios locked so none of the interns could wander around the
control booths unsupervised. The woman had serious trust issues. As
Alex slid the key into the lock, Jamie leaned against the door
frame and studied him, one hand on his hip. Finally he ran a finger
down Alex’s arm and whispered, “You’re mad at me.”
“I’m not mad,” Alex replied.
“You sure?” Jamie asked as the door popped
open.
Alex stepped inside and flicked on the light. The sound booth
was smaller than the main studio used by the radio DJs, but he
could work back here. Remix the tapes Saundra had, maybe see if
Jamie wanted to record anything, show him how things ran on the
other side of the radio dial…