After Mike and Trace are gone, Adam sits on the battered sofa along one wall of the recording booth and fiddles with the tuning knobs on his guitar. He pretends he isn’t watching Paol, who’s back in the sound booth with Lewis. Adam isn’t sure what they’re talking about but every now and then Paol looks over at him, and once when he sees Adam looking back, he smiles. He has quite a disarming grin. Adam suspects they’re talking about him. He imagines Paol saying, I told you so, and Lewis going, Yeah, yeah, because Paol told him they were good and he can’t say that they aren’t. Adam wishes he could hear that jerk tell him that to his face.
And he wonders how much longer they’re going to stay here. Paol asked if he wanted to start something tonight and Adam thought he meant without the other
