Spin-off to "Big Yellow Door" but could be read as a standalone.
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I was labelled as the girl who got fame as heritage or the one who couldn't stand up to the reputation her parents held. They say I'm a shame to my infamous parent's legacy.
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I was woken up by the loud ringing of my mobile. I groaned into my sleep and shut it off in half-consciousness. I didn't understand if that was reality or if was it part of my dream. It was silent again. I didn't know how much time passed on until I heard the loud knock on my door. This time I opened my eyes wide. My gaze wandered around the room as my brain tried to process what was happening.
Shit! I had to get ready and be present in the music room. The madness was starting from today.
"Ayra, I need you to be in the music room in the next 15 minutes. If you fail to do so, I will cancel your album," The sound roared from the other side of the door. I gasped and sat straight on the bed.
"No, Baba, I'm coming," I shouted while getting out of the bed. I ran towards the bathroom to brush my teeth.
After putting the brush into my mouth, I ran out again to take my clothes out of the cupboard. I had to do multi-tasking now. Most importantly, I can't help but ditch bathing for now.
I spread deo all over me once I was in fresh clothes. I rushed downstairs and stopped before the closed door of the music room. I inhaled and exhaled a few times to catch my breath before knocking on the door gently. I got a reply immediately.
Baba moved his gaze to the clock when I entered the room. "5 minutes late," He commented.
I pouted. "I am sorry. That won't happen again," I said. Chachu was sitting behind drums. Yeah, the room is filled with all sorts of musical instruments. I could play a few but these two and Zue Bua along with Kabir Foofa are experts in almost all of them. They formed one amazing band. Sadly, they don't even appear together anymore. How sad their fans must feel but then they will be old now to be sad over such things.
"You better not," He said and gestured towards the place next to him on the floor. I sat cross-legged beside him once I was there.
"I want to know what all you wrote first and what all you have on mind then Yuvraj and I will add to it. Side by side we can start playing it on guitar first. What say?" He asked. I smiled with a nod.
"Sounds like a plan," I said.
"So, the first one you heard already. This is the second thing," I said and opened the recording application on my mobile. I played all the audio I recorded in the past 2 weeks or more.
Baba and Chachu listened to it carefully. I explained what I was thinking while trying to write this song. I told them what I wanted from it and what was my inspiration behind it. They gave their input. I tried to write it again from the start from what they guided me.
