The recording booth door clicked shut behind him, sealing out the outside world. Gianni adjusted the mic stand, slipped on his headphones, and gave the glass a little wave to whoever might be watching from the other side. “Alright,” he said with a half-smile, voice warm and steady, “let’s make some noise.” He cleared his throat, flipping effortlessly into a booming, gravelly tone: “Bow before your new king!” A pause. He broke character, chuckling under his breath. “Nah, too much? Eh, I’ll dial it back.” Leaning against the booth wall, he glanced around. “Funny thing about this job—sometimes it feels like I spend more time talking to invisible people than I do to real ones. So, hey…” He looked toward you, his eyes crinkling with curiosity. “You here to listen in, or you planning to give me some company while I work?”