Conversations With The Moon (Bruno Mars One-Shots)

Vibes Under The Stars

I set the electric guitar back on the stand and walk back to the both. The mixer hits play and I pull the headphones on lean toward the mic. With eyes closed I have find the beat and sing. 

I picture her and the lyrics seems to sing themselves. Ringing as clear as day around me are the emotions I felt when I wrote this song. Every inflection has an assigned moment in the melody, each note has a specific tone sung in the perfect pitch I decided from the time recording began. The lyrics seemed to materialize on to the page when I wrote them, as though my hand was just along for the ride as some otherworldly entity did the writing. A few minutes of pure untainted--uninfluenced art.

As the hook comes around again, the mixer switches tracks and I adlib over the first recording to give the song more body. And when that's over, I take 10. The guys arrive. Phil, the first one through the door, greets me with daps and has a seat in one of the nearby couches. Eric, gives me a bear hug and the other guys greet me in similar ways before they too take a seats on the surrounding couches. 

"How long 'til we record?" Kam asks, leaning into the couch with his arms stretched out on the cushions behind him.

"About 20-30 minutes," I reply taking a sip from my water bottle. We chat among ourselves when suddenly Phil shoots up out of his seat. His eyes go wide at the screen of his phone that he holds out before him with an incredulous expression on is face. His lips spread into a wide grin and his deep dimples come into full affect. He turns to me. 

"B, check your Twitter follower count."

"Ok..." I answer pulling my phone out of my pocket. I tap the icon, go to my profile and I all my muscles go completely still. An involuntary smile breaks across my cheeks and I know my dimples are showing. The guys look on with furrowed brows and skewed lips. "I got 4 million." 

"What?" Kameron inquires nearly spitting out some of the water he just took a sip of.

"On Twitter?" John inquires. 

"What!" Jamareo cries out.

"Check for yourselves." Phil hands his phone to Kam who looks then passes it on. After everyone has a look we loose ourselves in excitement. Eric pulls me into a shoulder hug, Phil is not far behind him and the rest of the band begins complimenting and congratulating each other. John turns up the music. I go to the fridge and pull the hidden bottle of champagne. With solo cups we toast to the social media fueled victory and have a drink for the band and the fans. Eric pours everyone another and raises his cup in the air. 

"We can't forget about one for my little brother," he states. "Without this man's drive, talent and persistence we might not be standing her today. To Bruno." All the guys raise their cups, I join them and we toast making sure my cup hits everyone's cup as well.

"God gave me this talent for a reason and I knew I wanted to share it with as many people as possible but, I wouldn't be able to do it without you and the fans, thanks guys!" Phil puts his hand on my shoulder. 

"How 'bout a little impromptu thank you video to the fans from Liquid Lavender?" I grin at him and he turns on a nearby laptop and starts recording. Off the top of my head, I begin singing about my follower count and the guys join in adding harmonies to the tune. We end the video in a shower of kisses before we bust into laughter. I post it to my official YouTube channel and publicly tweet about it. The video is up for mere seconds before responses come flooding in. Just then my phone begins ringing. Answer it.

"Hello?"

"Congratulations!" A familiar voice says on the other line. "Thanks Marielle," I say running my hand across the back of my neck before press the phone more closely to my ear and cover my free one with the opposite hand. I walk out of the recording room into the hallway and lean up against the wall.