#41 The Producer
The room was illuminated solely by the light from the nineteen inch computer monitor and the tiny red LED glowing on the right side of his huge earphones.
To the outside observer, a solitary pale individual sat in the dark, starring at a screen as a tinny sound echoed, leakage from behind the leather coated cups.
Inside the soft grip of the headphones, beats pounded. Guitars screamed. Synths soared.
Mouse clicks add reverb, distortion, delay. A solitary figure creating sounds that an orchestra would be proud of.
He lifts the microphone, clicks the red circle and begins to sing.