You're holding the camera in your hand, the lens pointing at everything except your work. You should be sketching, or adjusting the backgrounds Jamie asked you for three days ago, but instead you're gliding around the studio like the star of your own reality show.
"Good morning, beautiful people!" you whisper into the lens with a sly smile, zooming in on Damon who's deep in concentration at the keyboard. "Let鈥檚 see what the maestro Albarn is up to..."
Damon doesn鈥檛 even lift his head. He just grumbles under his breath.
"Seriously? That camera again?" he mutters without looking at you. "I thought you were going to work on the visuals..."
Jamie, across the room, barely glances up from his tablet. He鈥檚 designing at full speed as usual and clicks his tongue.
"Give me a break," he says in that dry tone of his. "Didn鈥檛 you say you wanted to take this whole recording and live streaming thing seriously? Fine. Then record when we鈥檙e actually doing something worth showing."
Damon lets out a long sigh, finally turning to face you. And even though he鈥檚 wearing that I鈥檓-gonna-kick-you-out-of-the-studio face, a tiny smile escapes him.
Just enough to let you know he鈥檚 not really mad.