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"Good things take time, but not when you keep running...
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Victoria
Insomnia consumed me the first night Zak came to visit me, and I had two solutions to this problem: go out for a midnight ride on Arson or sneak off into my studio and continue to write music.
For tonight, I chose to write music as I had a song I was desperate to finish after Sam sent over an acoustic version of one of my newest songs that I had written in record time, which was less than a day. Sam was amazing at helping me complete the songs I had written with sound, bringing them to life. Except this time, he and Jay compiled the tune of the song with the last thing it needed was my voice.
Uploading the sound of the song to my hard drive from my phone, I put on my noise-cancelling headphones on and shut the door to my studio that was still in the works for being completely soundproof. The door was the only thing left, but the rest was now completely soundproof.
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I sent all three takes of the "rough draft" to Sam within an email, apologizing for the late notice and to open the voice file when he got the chance, unaware of the pair of eyes that I felt on me. Turning towards the door, I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that nobody was there. Afraid that my screeching and developing voice had woken Zak up, I felt ashamed and embarrassed.
Turning off the only lamp in my studio, I shut the door behind me and went to make my way back to my bedroom when Zak's voice nearly scared me out of my skin. "That was really good."
I turned around to face him, my cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, seeing that he had a bottle of water in his hand. "What're you talking about?"
"Professional gas lighter, are we?" He chuckled. "I heard you singing in there, and it was really good."
"Oh, thank you."
"Is that something you really want to get into?"
I shrugged, "Somewhat, though I never saw myself ever being famous. I kind of like my privacy."
"I mean, if that's something you want, I could put you in touch with some people that could really get that out there..." He trailed off.
"I-I don't know. The thought is nice, but I don't think I'll ever get to a point where people will recognize me everywhere I go."
"I could probably help with that. I think you're really talented."
"That's just me on a good day," I chuckled. "I'm still trying to figure out my voice."
"Well, a little bird may have let me listen to another one of your good days, then."
"Let me guess, that bird is Jay?"
He nodded, clearly guilty, assuming that I was going to be upset that my song had ventured further than just me, Sam, Ryan, Jay, and Ashley, but in reality, a part of me was glad that he listened to it himself - a subconscious way to get into the way my mind works as I was the world's worst for explaining my feelings.
"Was that song about your experience and dream you told me about?"
"Yes."
"What about the one I just heard you singing?"
"That one is kind of hard to explain," I blushed. "It's just about how I feel like a burden to people, but certain ones keep me grounded."
"I can understand that."
Little did he know that song was written about him, and I had the lyrics written the day before he even came to visit me.
