Chapter 74

"He's late." "I know." "Did you call him?" "Home and cell, yeah. No answer." "He's been late every fucking day." "I know, Zeus." Zeus pursed his purple glossed lips. "Well, Mr. Know-It-All, maybe you can tell me just how the fuck we're supposed to record without a fucking singer!" Dale sighed. Zeus wasn't telling him anything he didn't already know. A producer tends to notice when a prominent member of a band he's currently recording shows up late every day. Lateness equals studio time wasted, which in turn equals money down the drain. Zeus flopped down behind his drum kit and shoved his bangs out of his eyes. "Dammit, Dale, this has got to stop." "He knows, Zeus!" Sam looked up from tuning her bass long enough to glare at Zeus. "We all fucking know, okay?" "Well excuse me if I like to start a recording session on time. Bitch." Zeus picked a loose thread off of his glittery purple shirt and frowned fiercely at his painted nails. Sam raised her brown eyes to the ceiling. "Jesus tap-danc