A knock came on the door as the duo chatted away.
"Ok, here's the deal. As Taylor's handler for the studio, I'm normally pretty incognito...one of those rolls where you keep to the shadows, you know?" Jonny lied to the producer. With his mind essentially under Jonny's control however, he'd believe any lie he spun.
"I get you" he replied. "But won't she see you sitting there?"
"Just say I'm an apprentice sound engineer or something. Trust me, she'll buy it" Jonny explained. With that in mind, the producer invited the starlet and her backing singers in.
Jonny got his first good look at Taylor up close as she opened the door and strolled in. She was wearing a breezy black and white stripped top along with some black shorts that hugged tight to her figure and accented those wonderful long legs. She had her blonde locks tied back and sported deep red lipstick.
The two backing singers were nothing to scoff at either, two pretty young black chick's who sported similar casual wear to Taylor. The producer had explained she was adding some sort of a gospel feel to today's tracks. "Hipster bullshit" as he'd put it.
"Mr Ramsey, nice to meet you!" Taylor delightfully greeted him as she shook his hand. "I've been looking forward to working with you for a while".
"Likewise Taylor" he cheerfully replied, keeping a professional demeanor.
"And who's this?" She asked, looking at Jonny slunk back in his chair.
"He's just my apprentice sound engineer. He'll be taking some notes while we record" the producer fibbed to her with Jonny's lie.
"Oh, well it's nice to meet you too..." Taylor warmly spoke as she shook his hand.
"Jonny" he introduced himself. "And the pleasures all mine Miss Swift".
Jonny sat and watched for a while as the producer worked with Taylor, getting started on recording the title track for her new album with the basic track they'd put together. He couldn't really care much for her music though. It was body he was interested in.
As they went for another take, he decided to put his plan into action. Striking up some casual conversation with the backing singers, he waited until everybody was suitability distracted before he slipped a pair of clones into them. They lightly convulsed, the loss of their bodies happening quickly as Taylor hit some high notes in the booth.
"So what's the plan now boss?" One of the clones said with his new voice. Jonny discretely traced a hand up one of her smooth legs.
"We're gonna mess with her a little before I take control" Jonny began as he explained his plan in confidence.
Around 10 minutes later as Taylor was done with her part of the recording. As she stepped out to grab a bottle of water, the producer sent the 2 backing singers in to record their parts. Jonny took a seat by the mixing board as Taylor sat in the chair next to him to watch the magic happen. Queuing up their part of the song, he waited for the clones to follow his instruction.
As their part came in, one of the girls suddenly barked like a dog instead of singing. Taylor was puzzled at first but came to the conclusion they were playing a joke.
"Ha ha, very funny Tanisha. Let's do it again" she spoke into the microphone as the producer queued up the track again. Again and again however, the girls just goofed around with silly noises. Taylor saw a less funny side to it the more it happened, becoming frustrated with their antics.
"Girls, what the heck are you doing?! We're on a schedule you know?" She jibed them.
"Sorry Taylor. Want us to do more of this?" One of the black girls laughed as she made some more stupid noises.
"Why don't you go take a coffee break. I'll handle this" Jonny instructed the producer. Doing as he was told, he took some time out to allow Taylors 'handler' to calm things down. Little did he know that Jonny had other plans with Taylor in the soundproof room.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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