Lost in Arcadia Chloe Price x Reader (Life is strange)

Part 12 Mick & Sid (Redux)

The days following our return from Portland were filled with a sense of anticipation and nervous excitement. The letter from Roadrunner Records had lit a fire under us, and the whole band was buzzing with energy. It was time to take things to the next level.

One afternoon, as we were rehearsing in Steve's garage, I got a call from the record label. They wanted to set up a meeting to discuss the production of our first EP. My heart raced as I relayed the news to the guys.

"Roadrunner Records wants to meet with us," I said, barely able to contain my excitement. "They're serious about this."

Steve, Jason, River, and Ainsley exchanged looks of disbelief and exhilaration. This was the break we had all been waiting for.

The meeting was set for the following week. We drove to the label's office, our nerves palpable. The building was imposing, with its sleek glass facade and the Roadrunner Records logo prominently displayed. We took a deep breath and walked in, determined to make the most of this opportunity.

Inside, we were greeted by J. Smith, the same person who had sent the letter. He was a tall man with a sharp suit and a confident demeanor. He led us into a conference room where two other men were waiting.

"This is Mick," J. Smith introduced, pointing to a tall guy with a shaved head and a friendly smile. "He's a percussionist who has worked with some of our top bands."

Mick nodded at us. "Hey, guys. Looking forward to jamming with you."

"And this is Sid," J. Smith continued, introducing a shorter man with a mohawk and a mischievous grin. "He's our turntablist. He brings a unique sound to the mix."

Sid waved at us, his hands adorned with rings and bracelets. "What's up, fellas."

The introductions out of the way, J. Smith got down to business. "We've listened to your demo, and we see a lot of potential. We want to produce an EP with you, but we think adding Mick and Sid to the lineup will elevate your sound. What do you think?"

We exchanged glances, weighing the proposition. Having Mick and Sid on board could add depth and variety to our music. It was an opportunity we couldn't pass up.

"I think it's a great idea," I said, speaking for all of us. "Let's do this."

With that, the deal was sealed. We spent the next few days getting to know Mick and Sid, integrating them into our rehearsals. Mick's percussion added a powerful, rhythmic backbone to our songs, while Sid's turntables introduced a fresh, edgy layer that made our sound more dynamic.

One evening, after an intense practice session, we gathered around to discuss our first track for the EP. The rough draft of "Before I Forget" was up for discussion. I handed out the lyrics, and we began to dissect the song, piece by piece.

"Stapled shut, inside an outside world," I began, reading the first line. The words felt heavy, loaded with emotion and raw energy.

Mick tapped his drumsticks together, finding a rhythm. "This has a lot of potential. We can really bring out the intensity with some tight percussion."

Sid nodded, his hands moving in the air as if he were already at his turntables. "Yeah, I can add some scratch effects here, make it gritty and raw."

We worked late into the night, fine-tuning the song. The garage was filled with the sound of drums, guitars, and turntables, blending together into a powerful symphony. The more we played, the more the song took shape, transforming from a rough idea into a polished piece of music.

By the time we wrapped up, we were exhausted but exhilarated. The first track of our EP was coming together, and it sounded incredible. We had a long road ahead, but for the first time, it felt like we were on the right path.