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There's something addictive about the sound booth.

Tentatively approaching the stand... arranging the copy... throwing my hair up into a messy bun... slipping the warm, leather headphones over my ears... pulling on the cold steel of the mic rod until it's where I want/need it to be.
Breathing.
Hearing the muffled, static clicks and whirs as the sound tech works his magic through the double-glass...
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4sev4en:
no thank you my friend!!!
spirit_bear:
I just saw your response to my mayday comment.
I was actually down there working security for a photography company so they could document everything.