The studio’s control room is really too small for all five of them to lounge around in comfortably, but Key wants to go over the song a few times before heading into the isolation booth to lay down the track. Joey’s relieved to find out he isn’t the only one who hasn’t heard it yet. Cage doesn’t make any move to relinquish his seat in front of the console, but Miles chases E-Z out of the other chair.
The only other place to sit in the room is a shiny black leather loveseat pushed against the opposite wall. Before E-Z can take a seat, Key drops into it and grabs Joey’s wrist to pull him down, as well. Joey finds himself half in Key’s lap, frowning up at E-Z apologetically. “Did you want to sit here?”
E-Z tries to shoo him off the loveseat. “Man, I was just—”
“Go grab a stool from the boo
