Wordle by Wordle: Day 189
Sunday, July 7, 2024
Wordle #1114 – CANON
Chapter 19.
“Thanks again, Stevie,” I say as I try to find a comfortable position on the folding chair she has set out for me. My butt is falling asleep already. “I owe you one.”
“Are you kidding me? If you’re able to pull this off, I’ll owe you my right arm.” Her lips quirk into a sardonic smile. “Tell you what, I’ll set you up with your own podcast if you want.”
“Uh, no thanks.”
“Smart move.”
Whenever she talks, Stevie pushes her long black hair away from her face and then smooths it back down, over and over again. Even such a small tic tells me she must be anxious—she’s usually more chill than Snoop Dogg.
Then again, what do I know? I haven’t seen Stevie in years. Not since we worked together at Spotify and would hang out for drinks after most days at the office. She had reached out to me since then, but I hadn’t reached back, too ashamed of how sloppy I’d been, wanting to put everything about that time behind me.
It’s a wonder she replied to my text instead of leaving me on read like I deserve…
“So, you’ll be watching the livestream from in here—"
“Here” is a cramped, stuffy supply closet in the far corner of a recording studio. I can’t extend my arms without bumping into the shelves crowding me in on all sides, packed with overflowing crates of audio equipment: lav mics, pop filters, every acronym of cable from XLR to TRS, tiny Canon microphones with fuzzy windscreens like baby rabbits…
Stevie plops down a laptop on the wobbly card table in front of me.
“I’ll be in the next room over with the others, so try not to make too much noise. And put these on.” Stevie hands me a chonky pair of headphones and plugs them into the laptop. “Wait until I text you the go-ahead, and then come into the other room. Like we talked about.”
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