When Jack Sexton stepped into the studio, he was angry and
rushed. But when you ran a major record company empire, that was your default
state.
“So what’s so fucking amazing I had to hear it right now?”
he asked, his eyes not even looking up as he texted.
The mixer flicked a switch.
A duet began to play over the speakers, a rich male baritone
and a breathless contralto expressing love for each other.
“What? OK, it’s great, but…”
He trailed off as he saw that the singer behind the glass
was producing both voices. At the same time.
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