For a second, Shuey thought the boy was hurt, but when Shuey said, “Yeah, you,” Dovi’s face lit up and he stepped forward
Late on Motzaei Shabbos Chanukah, a soft snow started falling outside. Well-fed and relaxed after their various Chanukah parties and family get-togethers, the boys trooped into the studio and brushed the snowflakes off their coats.
Shuey’s old producer, Raffi, had given them studio time at Perfect Pitch as a gift, but he’d made it clear that he wanted the job done in two hours. No more. Good memories and all that, Shuey was his boy, but time is money and there were plenty of takers for those hours and did Shuey know that Neiman was coming out with his ninth album, remember Neiman? He’d been a kid back then, right?
Raffi had been kind enough not to mention all those long-ago repeated requests to Shuey Portman to join him as a partner in the studio but just in case he remembered the offers, Shuey made sure to tell him how much he loved the work at the yeshivah and how he’d never been happier. This was his calling, he said, and Raffi was glad to hear it.
Raffi himself had welcomed them, but then left, leaving the engineering to a young Israeli kid named Dani with bangs covering his eyes.
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