Blame Me

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Jace

The vibrations of the drum, mixed in with the complex chord of the guitar, layered with different string tracks, and the sound of my own voice reached my ears. As I listened, I could remember distinctively when and how each track was recorded and how it was all mixed. The journey to get the final product was replaying in my head, which only made me love the song even more.

"This is awesome!" I yelled over the music that was blasting through my headphones.

James grinned back at me, he too looked proud of the song that was pouring into his ears, which made me happy. He was my boss after all.

We were both sitting in the control room of the studio listening to the song that we were working on for the past while.

"I think that would be great for your next single," he told me when we pulled our headphones off, "We just need to redo the guitar track, I could hear some finger work,"

I nodded, "Want to redo that right now?" I asked, picking up my guitar from where it was propped against the wall.

James shook his head, "Sorry kid, I got a meeting in ten minutes, we're going to have to do it another day,"

I shrugged, "Oh well, I'm going to stay here for a bit,"

Winter break was coming to an end and I wanted to get as much work done before my exams started in the weeks to follow. Well, I didn't really care about my exams but my mom sure did.

"Sure thing but your time in here ends in an hour," he told me as he slipped into his coat.

Before he walked out of the room he turned back to me, "Good job kid, I'm real proud of you,"

I smiled at him, knowing full well that he meant those words. After years of working with him, he knew how much dedication and devotion I put into my music and now it was paying off. My name was really out there, but more importantly I got to make the one thing that made me happy for other people to be happy.

I fiddled with my guitar for a bit, muddling around with chords and writing down whatever came to mind. I wasn't really working that hard writing a song but I wanted to spend as much time as I could inside the studio, even if I didn't really have to. Over the years that I spent slaving in studios, the four walls were practically a second home that knew a lot of my feelings.

As I sung the words that I was writing down I heard my phone ring. I wasn't paying much attention to anything at the moment, so I pressed the answer button and propped my phone between my ears.

"Hello?" I asked, still strumming my guitar.