Ghost from the past (18+)

#Three: In which her brain doesn't cooperate with her.

Tyler and I recorded the song a couple of times before we were completely satisfied with it.
And the way we heard it, the last recording sounded great and it took even less time than we anticipated. I never would've thought I could record a song within a day that I didn't even know. But Tyler was right, he got all the hard parts and I've even come to know them by now.
At this point I'm tired as fuck, my lack of sleep didn't really help today and the fact that I haven't eaten since my breakfast is also becoming a deal-breaker. I'm hungry! And when I'm hungry I get cranky.

'That was amazing, darlings!
I'll go over the last recording with Ryan, but I think you both nailed this one.'

'Thank fuck!
I'm hungry as hell!'

I groan rubbing my stomach. I turn my attention to Tyler who's sitting on the bench in the corner of the recording room, playing with his phone.

'So... Are you going to tell me, or what?'

Tyler lifts his head up in my direction, a sad smile appears on his face as he taps his hand on the wood next to him, as a sign for me to sit down.

'You want the whole life story, huh?'

He mumbles, leaning his head against the wall. I walk over to him and sit down next to him as I mumble.

'I dunno. I asked for the reason behind the song, I don't exactly know if it's your life story. If I knew, I wouldn't have had to ask, now would I?'

'Heh, I guess your right.'

He smirks as his head turns to me.

'Basically, my parents dumped me out on the streets when I told them I wanted to do music for a living.'

'I'm so sorry, Ty.'

'Don't be!
It's not like it's your fault.'

I pull my eyes away from him as a small sigh escapes from my mouth. I can't even imagine how that must feel like, my parents have always encouraged me, my brother, and sister to become whatever we wanted to be. I would've been devastated if my parents didn't support me.

'Anyways. They always acted like we were a wealthy family, but that's far from the truth.
My dad has some lame-ass job in an office downtown, he always wanted me to follow in his footsteps.
He worked in the same company all his life.
My family is kinda old school, you know? The husband works his butt off while the wife stays at home with the kids, doing the cooking and cleaning.'

I nod sitting back against the wall, listening quietly to Ty's story.

'My dad used to work sixty hours a week, just so he could support his family. We lived in a nice house and all, but that was about it.
My parents don't love eachother. Hell, I don't even know if you can call what they have an actual relationship.'

He sighs.

 'They are more like roommates. When I was fifteen I told my parents I didn't want to work behind some crappy desk for the rest of my life. At first, they were taken aback by the fact I wanted to do something different... But when they heard my kind of different was music?
All hell broke loose!
My dad walked away, not even responding and my mom looked at me with tears in her eyes asking me why I had to be such a disappointment to them. But only a few seconds later my dad came whirling down the stairs with a backpack, telling me to get out of their house immediately. He said if I wanted to live the "rockstar life" I had to start at rock bottom.'