In 1975, Kylea James, moved to the projects of Boston with her mother. She has a gift of singing and dancing, but doesn't think she has the skills. She meets five boys who she became very close friends with.
Her mother enters her in a talent show, t...
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I'm in the studio and the guys are next door, I'm in the booth singing my new song called 'The Show Is Over'.
'Yesterday I was your lover I had your love all to my own You came to me when I needed you Gave me love when I was alone'
I looked up to see Mike coming in the studio. "Hold on," I told the producers, and they paused the instrumental.
"Well, well. Look who came to visit little old me." I joked as I put my hand over my heart.
"Yea." He took a seat on the chair by the booth. "This the new song?" He asked as they restarted the instrumental.
"Yes sir," I say with confidence as I put on the headphones. "You guys done with recording?"
"Nah, taking a break and wanted to watch you," Mike responded. "Alright, hey let's back to it." I told the producers. They played the instrumental.
'But ooh baby, I'm sorry But you know I've got to leave from here Ain't no two ways about it Maybe I'll see you this time next year
(The show is over) Over Baby I won't be round (The show is over) Over Tomorrow I'm leaving town
Don't cry, don't cry You're sad because I'm goin' away Just think about the love we had 'Cause you know I just can't stay But ooh baby, I'm sorry But you know I've got to leave from here
Ain't no two ways about Maybe I'll see you this time next year'
"Perfect." The producer spoke as I head out of the booth, Mike watched impressed. "Mike? You good?" I giggled as I waved my hand to get his attention.
"Yeah, just you sound beautiful." He complimented.
"T-thanks." I smiled. We head out of the studio and we joined the rest as we walk out with our chaperones Jeff and Khalil to join them in the car.
The guys run to get in leaving me and Mike without a seat. "Y'all scoot over, I'm not sittin' in the middle this time, man."
But Ricky pushed him back. "Where am I supposed to sit?" I looked inside to see there was no room for me.
"You could sit with me," Bobby suggests acting all flirty.
