An anguished wail came out of the speaker. "I was just changing a platter when we got struck. I sat on them! Even on my Stan Kenton album, and that's a classic!! They're busted to hell! All of 'em!"
"Bordoni!" Fiske snapped.
"Sir?"
"Valve it off son. It can't be helped.—Have you any more?"
"No, sir."
"Can you sing or make noise, or something?" Fiske asked hopefully.
"Negative sir. I've got mike fright—always did have."
Fiske sighed—"Very well—you're relieved. Report to your station."
"Now what?" Pedersen asked.
"We get something else."