𝗞𝗲𝘆 𝗧𝗼 𝗔 𝗥𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 ~ 𝚅𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙽𝚎𝚒𝚕 🤍

1992: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔

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Kelly's POV, August 18th 1992

Vince was currently recording his first solo album and had been for a couple of weeks, he had one song pretty much done, it just needed some fine tuning and maybe a little bit of a re-work, nobody was sure yet and then he was half way through another song right now.

It's been hard for him to adjust having to rely on his gut instincts a lot more, having to decide whether somethings good enough rather than Nikki telling him what he needs to improve and what he doesn't. A producer will only tell him so much, like Bob or Tom never really used to get involved in the vocal side of things, it's important that Vince sings what he feels works, but Nikki used to pointed Vin in the right direction and the singer got so used to that, now Nik was no longer in the picture, he wasn't sure what to do, so would often ask me my opinion.

I was in the studio with him today, along with the producer, with Allie and Lydia, as neither of our parents were available for babysitting and we didn't want to inconvenience anyone else with them, especially now the other guys in the band were no longer viable options and it felt all kinds of wrong calling Mick just to ask him to look after our children.

It's not like they were any bother anyway, and they'd never really been in a recording studio before, Allie had a couple of times I've picked Vin up from the studio back for the recording of 'Theatre Of Pain' and 'Girls, Girls, Girls' but she wasn't really there for long and didn't stay for an entire session, this was a new and exciting experience for her.

She was drawing, at the back of the room with Lydia also attempting to draw too, though even with Allie's help was producing nothing but scribbles, though nobody was expecting her to produce a Van Gogh, she was only fifteen months old- while I was sat at the mixing desk, watching Vince sing.

I never got tired of listening to him, ever, from that party where we met all the way through until now, I've never once not loved hearing him sing.

The take Vinnie was currently on was he'd recorded twice already, deciding that neither previous take was good enough, by the end of the this third take my husband looked at me through the glass and said "What did you think about that?" Vince wonders looking at me from where he was stood in the recording booth.

I shrugged and pressed the button on the desk infront of me so Vin could hear what I said "I thought it was fine, didn't you like it?"

"I dunno, still I think I could do better... it just-... it just doesn't fit right."

"If you think that then do it again. It's your album, sweetheart, not mine."

"Yeah but you hear things differently to me, you know what sounds good and what doesn't. You're like Nikki, you say things as they are in the studio and as much as I hated it, I needed it."

"Doesn't mean I know what sounds good. You do realise I'm not a musician."

"Doesn't matter, you're still giving me an outsiders perspective. Do you think what I just did was alright, be honest."

I sigh and shrug "I think it was alright but I do understand what you're saying with it sounding not quite right, so do it again then compare the takes, see which one sounds better, no harm in that but anything you do sounds good to me."