The Long Journey of Emily B. Harthwan

Record Rack

I didn't know what he meant about "his decision", but I knew what the $500 was for. I took it, and looked up where the nearest recording studio was. It was only 20 minutes away, so a grabbed my purse, my favorite song, and was on my way. I was about half way there, when I thought what am I doing? I'm not cut out for this, but I was already there once I thought about turning back. I walked in, and asked the man at the front for an open studio. "Sure," he said. "But you know how much it cost to do this right?" I handed him the 500. "Okay then!" he said, a little surprised. "I'm Max." "Emily." I answered. shaking his hand. And thus began a new chapter of my life.

As we walked down the hall, I saw many records, mostly old ones. But one stood out. It was one I had in my house. It was "Yellow Submarine" by the Beatles. "Did they really record this here?" I asked Max. "Yup, back when this was first opened." No wonder this place was so much. Max opened up a door to an empty studio. It was very professional. Lots of knobs and buttons. But I knew what they all were. It was like I'd just walked into my favorite dream. "Go ahead," Max said. "I'm guessing you know what to do?" I nodded, and entered my soundtrack into the machine. As I walked into the recording room, Max gave me a thumbs up, and I began to sing. It felt great, to finally get my voice out there. It was over too soon. "Hey," Max called as I walked out the door. "I'll send you a copy once it's published." I smiled. That's all I could do. "Thank you." I yelled back. I couldn't wait to tell Charlie.

A/N: Sorry for the short part today. Don't worry I have big plans for what's up next!