"Kayla, play the solo one more time."
I sighed, grabbing my guitar off the wall and sitting down stifly on the chair inside the recording room. I counted myself off, beginning the solo and playing it for about the fifteenth time. My fingers slipped on the last note, making the guitar screech.
"Ugh!" I said loudly, getting up and sitting the guitar back on the wall roughly before walking out to stand with the guys.
I sat down on the long black couch next to Chris and covered my face. When I was frustrated, I cried. And I was very frustrated. Chris patted my back gently.
"Calm down, Kayla. We all mess up."
"Fifteen times in a row?" I looked over at him, my voice sounding squeeky. "I'm sorry, guys, I'll never be as good as Ryan."
"Don't say that." Ricky said, grabbing his guitar and going into the recording room, ready to play his part.
I groaned, laying my head on Chris's shoulder. After Ryan had left the band, the guys had gone crazy looking for a new guitarist before it was time to record the new album. I'd sent them a few videos of myself playing some of their songs, and Chris had given me a call. Three days later I was leaving my hometown, Sheridan, Wyoming, on a plane to meet my favorite band, Motionless In White. I hopped up off the couch.
"I'm going to Guitar World. It's just around the corner, right?" I asked Devin, who was leaning aginst the door. He nodded, moving out of the way and opening the door for me.
I walked out of the studio and out the main door, pulling a cigarette out of my back pocket and a lighter, taking a drag as the cancer stick lit up.
I shuddered, pulling my Asking Alexandria jacket closer around me as the wind swirled around my head. Throwing the cigarette to the ground, I pulled open the door to Guitar World.
