Yay, a mini-chapter! ;3 (don't worry though, the next one will be longer ;))

Enjoy part number 7!

The Recophobia

"..Aand that's a wrap. Nice work 2D! Ya're a great singer".

"Hey, Face-ache! Whatcha grinnin' in there? Stop it and get singin'!" Murdoc's hoarse voice woke 2D from his daydreams. Of course that had to be a daydream; the bassist would have never been that nice to him. With the dreamy little smile fading from his face 2D sighed and straightened. Recording new songs was always a bit nerve-racking.

"And from the top," Russel, who was operating the mixing table, said and hit the 'record'-button. The music started to play in 2D's headphones, and that always gave him the tiny extra boost of confidence he needed to do the songs, though he was nervous. To the singer, it was great to hear that the song had a nice, solid base, on top of which it was easy to lay the vocals. And the confidence found with that also always showed on the records, giving a nice edge to the vocals.

After singing his part from start to finish 2D dropped the headphones to his neck and turned to look at the others in the control room through the little window that separated it from the booth.

"What did ya fink?" he asked slowly.