Old friend Book 1

Chapter #34

Chapter#34
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Sam’s POV
Benji is coming over today for us to record one of the songs in the new album. Sam is on set with Danny and Scarlett. “So which song do you want to record today?” Benji asks. “I was thinking ‘Gunfire’. What do you think?” I ask him. “Yeah, it sounds good to me.” He says. “Ok let’s do this then.” I say

“Locked inside of my own mind”
“In a paradigm”
“Doing time”
“I’ve been searching franticly”
“Escape knows how to hide”

“Violence in my head”
“Gunfire”
“Gunfire”
“Gunfire”
“Bullets of distress”
“Gunfire”
“Gunfire”
“Gunfire”

“Self inflicted my own crime”
“Maybe it’s a lie maybe mine”
“I won’t give up easily”
“Until my case is tried”

“Violence in my head”
“Gunfire”
“Gunfire”
“Gunfire”
“Bullets of distress”
“Gunfire”
“Gunfire”
“Gunfire”

“I can break free from blame”
“From these chains”
“So untrue”
“Smoke and mirrors play”
“A losing game”
“Now I see through”

“Violence in my head”
“Gunfire”
“Gunfire”
“Gunfire”
“Bullets of distress”
“Gunfire”
“Gunfire”
“Gunfire”

We finish the song and I decide to go to the set to visit my family. “Good job today. I’ll see you tomorrow to record another one. Lock the door behind you.” I tell him as I leave.

“Hey Ma how did your recording session go with Uncle Benji?” Sarah asks looking up at me when I enter the trailer. “It went well. We recorded ‘Gunfire’.” I tell her. “I like that one.” She says. “You haven’t even heard it yet.” I state. “Yeah but I know I’ll like it.” She smiles. “Thanks Honey.” I tell her giving her a hug. “Mom filming a scene right now?” I ask. “Yeah but I already got a picture.” She says, showing me her phone. “Oh dear lord. I love it.” I say. “I thought you would. Should I post it?” She asks. “Yes please.” I tell her.

“Beware of Mom’s hair”
[@SamMily: HAHAHAHAHAHA]
[@ScarlettJohansson: Not you too]
[@SarahJohansson: Mwahaha]
[@RDJ: That’s hilarious]
[@SamMily: I think you look good]
[@ScarlettJohansson: Oh lord]

“How did you get the picture anyway?” I ask. “You don’t want to know.” Sarah says. “Did you climb the light equipment again?” I ask. “Maybe.” She says. “You know you aren’t supposed to do that it’s dangerous.” I scold. “I know I’m sorry I won’t do it again.” She says. “Thank you.” I say before I get a call from a number I don’t recognise but has a New York area code. “Excuse me I have to take this it could be important.” I say leaving the trailer.