[It was a bit difficult for him to be worrying about something outside the current situation. Or, at least, from his point of view. But Jim had gotten upset about the game even though it isn't here. Right now should have been about trying to leave this place but since 'home' was the objective maybe such thoughts were bound to come up. And maybe he simply didn't understand that sort of thing. Definitely wouldn't be the first time.

Oliver would soon sigh. 'Doing well' was a questionable term. It would probably mean that it promised a particular kind of release that would not happen. However, the industry was allowing more singers to be like him under particular functioning. Maybe that was 'doing well' for them, however. He wasn't quite sure with that technical talk of business. And there was the matter that plans changed often within that sort of work.]

There are nearly fifty of us who operate under the name that allows us to be a singer. I suppose it's like a competition. But three of us represent the same company but I guess we may be competition to each other as well.

[Not as he saw a point. All the money ended up in the same place, somehow.]

Al and Ann are the other two who sing for the same company as me. But they've been doing it longer and they're both much older than me. I think we're supposed to have another man join us, soon.

[But those are more details that he didn't understand so much and maybe he didn't need to. The new person isn't going to have the same voice type as himself and it's pointless to worry, anyway. When did things become so serious? It wasn't like he had anything to worry about.]