The Price of Perfection (editing)

Chapter 18

Dediated to IvoryAuthor for writing some of the most amazing books I have ever read:)

I can't believe it. Out of all the people it would be me that would get stuck with him, right?

We continued looking at each other and the tension was so thick that you could almost see it in the air. It was kind of weird seeing him without a smirk or sarcastic look on his face. For once, he was just as surprised as I was.

As if just to break the awkward staring contest, Peter burst in just then. "Ah, know that you've introduced yourselves we can move onto the hard stuff." he said enthusiastically. When neither of us said anything he cleared his throat moved over to the recording equipment. 

He was pointing out some of the basic rules to me and a deadline for when he wanted my first song and he said after that he would tell me more about my album. Just listening to those words got me excited. This is it, I thought. This is actually happening.

I smile spread across my face and Peter gave me a smile in return, appreciating my excitement.

I know I should have been listening to what he said next but I was getting way ahead of myself and already thinking about what kind of album artwork I would have. Oh and the songs too!

"So that's about it and I'm sure Connor can explain the rest to you!" he said, feeling comfortable now that he knew I was well informed. Walking out as fast as he had come in, we were left alone once again.

I really wasn't up for another hour of annoying glares and silences so I broke the silence with the most cheerful voice I could manage at the moment, "So, where do we start?".  He looked at me for a second.

"Well you can start by going in there" he pointed at the recording studio, "I'll be out here". I looked at him strangely for a second. There was something off about him. He was too calm and way too nice, not polite or anything but nice enough.

He caught me looking at him and gave me a strange look, I automatically looked away. Staring at him like some weirdo was not the best to what I hoped would be a good enough producer and artist relationship.

Hah. As if.

When I got in there I knew I was going to have to sing some covers to warm up my voice and give Connor an idea of what genre I sang best and what my voice was generally like.

Obviously Connor had already heard me sing. Paul - the owner of the pub - was his uncle and he lived right above it so he was bound to have heard me sometime during the year I worked there. However those were not the type of songs I wanted to be writing, and my voice was hoarser now, with more tone after the fire accident. The songs I usually sang were good for pubs and stuff but I wasn't really a big fan fan of most of them.

So the truth was he didn't actually know what my voice sounded like. Well not my real voice anyway.

Setting up a stool and choosing a guitar, I sat down and strummed out some practice chords. "Just get warmed up", he said. I nodded but didn't say anything.

My heart was speeding as I held the instrument. Not because I was scared of singing. No, because I was scared of singing in front of him. When Connor noticed I hadn't started yet he gave me a curious look, to which I responded to by saying, "Um, can I turn the other way?". In turn he just gave an exasperated look and gestured with his arm for me to turn around then.

I admit it, I just didn't want to see his face while I was singing. It brought up too many memories; too many emotions. And when I sang I just let everything go, which means I won't be able to hide away those feeling from him.