ElfshotThey were recording the new album in an old castle in Scotland. Why Scotland? The only answer anyone could find that adequately explained the situation was that It Was Mike's Idea. A room in one of the towers was converted into a studio. The rest of the place remained more or less as it had been hundreds of years ago, with the exception of the electricity and running water that had been added a decade before.The castle actually had a moat. James was amazed to think that only a few years ago he had regarded upstate New York as the middle of nowhere. If that were true, this was half a mile beyond the farthest, remotest end of nowhere. Not only was he totally isolated in a castle that made him want to stumble around screaming "fair is foul and foul is fair," but even in the late spring it was always cold and wet. True, he'd done his fair share of bouncing around the globe, but he remained most comfortable in warm climates. It rained for at least an hour every day that they'd been there. He thought he might have to build an ark.He was beginning to doubt that he would survive this album. Mike was only making matters worse. Not only was he mad at him for dragging him all the way to Scotland, but he was also trying to impose his workaholic tendencies upon everyone. It simply wasn't working out. "No, you're doing that wrong, it's supposed to sound like this," he corrected James, demonstrating what he wanted him to be singing yetagain."Mike, it's 2:00 in the morning. I'm tired.""2:00 isn't that late. As I was saying, you were slow, you're supposed to start on this part here, and -""2:00 is that late when you remember that you woke me up at 6:00 this morning to start working, and we've hardly left this room since then.""Well we can't stop yet, it'll kill the mood. We'll never get it right if we don't do it now.""Mike, I don't know about you, but my mood is bad. It is very, very bad. I already came to Scotland because you thought it was 'inspiring.' Now I am working at 2:00 in the morning because of 'the mood.'" He accented his speech with finger quotation marks. "I don't feel like dealing with your hippie fairy 'mood' crap.""Come on, let's just finish this one part -""Michael! If you don't shut up now I'm going to strangle you!""Christ Jim, take a Midol or something..."Zack was standing by his drums, amused by the situation. "Give me that," James yelled, grabbing one of his drumsticks, threatening to beat Mike with it."Fine! Go! Sleep!" he relented, shielding his head with his arm. "But we're starting up again early tomorrow morning.""We were going to take a break tomorrow," Zack interjected."We have to finish this song," Mike argued.James walked out.He refused to continue recording the next day; he needed a break, and he was determined to take one. Mike would never allow that to happen, so James woke up even earlier than he otherwise would have needed to with the intent of sneaking out. There wasn't a large list of places to which he could escape....