Sibling spotlight - billie and Finneas story

song?

Chapter 19: song?

After what felt like an eternity, the strumming of Y/N's guitar faded into silence. The release of her emotions left her feeling both exhausted and lighter. Taking a deep breath, she wiped her eyes and composed herself. She knew she needed to face her siblings, but the weight of vulnerability was still fresh.

With hesitant steps, Y/N made her way downstairs, where Billie and Finneas were waiting in the living room. They looked up, their expressions a mix of relief and concern.

“Hey,” Y/N said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Hey,” Billie replied, her eyes glistening. “You sounded beautiful.”

Y/N offered a small, shy smile, feeling the warmth of their support. “Thanks. I—uh, I’ve been thinking.”

“What about?” Finneas asked, leaning forward with genuine interest.

Y/N took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. “I want to record a song. Like, really record it. With you two.”

Billie and Finneas exchanged surprised glances, a flicker of hope igniting between them. “Really?” Finneas asked, his voice brightening. “That’s amazing! What inspired you?”

“I guess I just need to express myself,” Y/N admitted, her gaze dropping to the floor. “I want to put everything I’ve been feeling into music, and I’d really like your help.”

Billie’s heart swelled with pride. “Of course! We’d love to help you. What do you have in mind?”

“I have some ideas… lyrics that I wrote earlier,” Y/N said, looking up at them with determination. “I want to record something real, something that feels right.”

Finneas stood up, excitement radiating from him. “Let’s do it! We can set up the studio right now. You’re ready for this, Y/N.”

Y/N nodded, feeling a rush of exhilaration mixed with nerves. “Yeah, I think I am.”

As they moved to the small studio space in the house, Y/N’s heart raced with anticipation. She took her place in front of the microphone, her guitar in hand. Billie and Finneas set up the equipment, ensuring everything was perfect for her to shine.

“You can take your time,” Billie encouraged, giving Y/N a reassuring smile. “No pressure at all.”

Y/N took a deep breath, letting the comfort of her siblings wash over her. She strummed her guitar, the familiar feeling grounding her. With each chord, she felt a spark of confidence ignite within.

“Ready when you are,” Finneas said, adjusting the levels.

Y/N nodded, her voice steady as she began to sing the first lines of her new song. The lyrics flowed from her, a blend of vulnerability and strength, weaving together the pain she had felt with a newfound sense of hope.

As she sang, Billie and Finneas watched in awe. They could see the transformation in Y/N as she poured her heart into the music, each note resonating with authenticity. This was her moment—raw and real, unfiltered by the judgments of the outside world.

When she finished the first take, silence enveloped the room. Y/N opened her eyes, searching her siblings' faces for their reactions.

“Y/N, that was incredible!” Billie exclaimed, her voice full of emotion. “You have so much talent.”

Finneas grinned, his eyes shining. “Seriously, that was amazing. We can build on this! Let’s do another take, and then we can add some harmonies.”

Y/N felt a wave of relief wash over her. For the first time in a while, she felt seen and understood. This was more than just music; it was her way of reclaiming her voice.

“Okay, let’s do it,” she said, a smile breaking across her face.

As they began to record again, the room filled with music—a shared space of creativity, support, and love. Y/N knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, she wouldn’t have to face them alone. With her siblings by her side, she felt ready to take on the world.