// margot kate franklin //
@margotkatefranklin:
"how bout I be the last voice you hear tonight? and every other night for the rest of the nights that there are."
• • •
"So, your mother mentioned the YouTube channel is going steady. How many followers you have on that one?" my father asked as we sat at the kitchen table eating blueberry muffins.
"It's subscribers, Dad. And I'm looking at over a million now," I told him.
His eyes widened. "A million! Honey, that's amazing!"
"I guess," I replied with a shrug, taking a bite of my muffin.
"Maybe we could get you in the studio and see what you've got," he said.
"Really?" I asked excitedly.
"Really," he replied with a laugh. "Is that something you would like?"
"Totally!" I said.
"Well, you can hang out in one of the studio rooms where no one is recording today. Play around a little bit, see how you sound. I won't mind," he told me.
"That's awesome! Thanks Dad," I replied happily.
A couple hours later, and we were back at the studio. Dad retreated to his office to meet with someone important, and I walked the familiar hallway and was met with a door with the words Studio B on the front of it. I walked into the dimly lit room, the glow of blue and purple lights from the tops of the wall.
There was a table with a million different buttons and sliders and switches to press with a chair in front of it. That's where the magic happens.
And right behind that was the recording room, where a single microphone stood, practically begging me to use it.
I turned on the right switches to make sure the microphone was on and adjusted a few things that I had learned from my father. I walked into the room and slid the headphones over my ears.
I haven't had that feeling in way too long.
Without even thinking, I just began to sing. I just sang any song that came to mind.
After singing like 100 other songs, a personal favorite popped into mind.
"Hey there, Delilah
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl, tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true
Hey there, Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice, it's my disguise
I'm by your side
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me
Hey there, Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me, girl
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good
Hey there, Delilah
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all
YOU ARE READING
the fall • s.m.
Fanfic"Falling for you is dangerous. I can't control my own emotions, my own movements when I'm with you. If I fall in love, you know what will happen next between us. The fall," I said. There was silence between us for a few moments, and my heart pounded...
