The woman at the microphone slammed her hands onto the table with her notes, snapping at the sound man, "I can't focus with you warping my voice every two seconds!"

"It's not my fault! It's hard to understand you when you're so sloppy when you talk!" the man shouted back.

"Sloppy?!"

Using one hand to hold down the intercom to the booth, Alastor raised his fingers to his lips and blew a loud whistle to interrupt the argument. "When I was alive, the station I worked at decided to divvy up the work between two people much like how recording studios worked rather than the broadcaster at the mic having to focus on speaking and keeping everything clear which gets even more complicated when they're interviewing someone. The idea is that each of you focus on your individual parts to improve the overall performance. At the time, it wasn't something you typically saw in the radio with each broadcast personality actually being a team of a broadcaster and a sound specialist who worked flawlessly together." He looked to the sound man. "You're changing her voice before you can truly pin down what needs to be adjusted. That's inconsistent and distracting. And don't you look so smug, young lady." The woman at the microphone jerked as he turned his focus to her. "He's not wrong about your speech patterns. Enunciate, my dear! It's even more important here than it is on the stage!"

His two pupils looked chagrined.

Alastor glanced towards Eustace before telling them, "Take some time to sound each other out. If necessary, try swapping places. In the meantime, I've somewhere I need to be."

"Yes, sir," the two of them mumbled.

Alastor walked out to Eustace, shutting the door to the sound equipment "closet" attached to the booth. He rubbed his temples for a moment. "Honestly, Boss always made running a studio look so easy." Then he perked up. "So, how can I help you, my good man?"