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He looked puzzled. “Haven’t we been doing that?”
“I mean at the same microphone, recording both voices in a single take. Most of our work will stay separate, but there’s a scene coming up where the dialogue might sound better if we’re actually responding to each other.”
His attention shifted toward the microphone stand.
“Can it pick us both up properly?”
“With the right positioning, yes. We’d have to be careful about movement and levels, but it’s possible. I’d want Bridget to approve it first.”
“Then let’s ask her.”
I called Bridget through the workstation and explained what I wanted to try.
She listened, asked a few practical questions about the setup, and agreed that a limited duet approach could work for the selected passages.
“Send a short test to our reviewer before you commit to the whole section,” she instructed. “If the levels are clean and the dialogue works, I’m happy for you to use it. Just don’t create a whole new editing problem for us this close to Sunday.”
“Understood.”
“And Peyton?”
“Yes?”
“How’s our newest narrator doing?”
I looked at Hudson.
He’d picked up his script and was examining a particularly outrageous paragraph with an expression of fascinated disbelief.
“Better than I could’ve hoped,” I said.
His head came up, and he smiled.
Bridget sounded pleased. “Excellent. Keep me posted.”
We ended the call, and I rearranged the recording area.
Because of our height difference, standing together at one microphone would have been awkward. Sitting made more sense, so I moved the chairs into position and adjusted the stand until we could both speak comfortably into the front of the microphone.
Hudson settled into the chair beside mine.
His shoulder was approximately the size of a small piece of furniture.
I moved my script slightly to give him more space, and he shifted toward me so we could both see the marked pages without rustling them.
“There,” I said. “This should work. We just need to keep our movements quiet and maintain a consistent distance.”
He glanced at the narrow gap between our chairs.
“Good thing neither of us is especially shy.”
I gave him a look, and his mouth curved.
“All right. One of us might be.”
“I’m not shy when I’m working,” I told him.
I refused to let his grin distract me while I checked our levels.
