I walked into the studio and there was my Uncle with Tarzan man himself Joe Jackson. Yippee. I knocked on the closest wall in hopes of getting their attention.
"Uncle Berry. Sir." Uncle looked at me but that stupid, proud, ignorant slob of a man just sat there, didn't even acknowledge my presence. I bet he doesn't even respect or acknowledge his own wife.
"Hey, BabyGirl. You ready." I nod my head and wait for Mr. Jackson to leave the room. Uncle started preparing to record, while i just kept staring at Mr. Jackson.
"Umm, Mr. Jackson this is a closed recording session. Would you kindly give us this time to ourselves?" he nodded and walked out. Uncle laughed and patted me on the back.
"Strange figure isn't he?" i nodded.
"I don't see how that thing fathers those boys out there, they look nothing like him. well maybe one of them." Uncle looked at me with a puzzled demeanor.
"Which one?"
"Tito? i think or Toriano?" He nodded. "But he doesn't act like him, he's actually really nice from what i know."
"Yea?" i nodded. "Well what about that Michael kid he's kinda quiet." I nodded vigorously.
"Yeah i figured that too. have you ever seen them perform before?"
"No, but aali, i really hope they're good, cause you know how hard it is to deal with youth groups and at such young ages, i mean just look at Stevie." I gave him a 'really' look.
"Stevie happens to be one of my good friends, and plus he's not to hard to handle somebody just needs to help him out with lyrics cause he can kill that piano."
"Yeah, yeah. you wanna get in there?" I gave him a puzzled look.
"Oh!" I ran into the booth and threw on the headphones. I then gave Uncle a thumbs up. I waited about maybe 30 seconds before the music started. I closed my eyes and began to sing.
'Listen,
To the song here in my heart
A melody i start
But can't complete
Listen
To the sound from deep within
It's only beginning
To find release
Oh
The time has come
For my dreams to be heard
They will not be pushed aside and turned
Into your own all cause you won't listen...
Chorus:
Listen
I am alone at a crossroads
I'm not at home in my own home
And i've tried and tried
To say what's on my mind
You should have known
You should have known
Oh
Now i'm done believing you
You don't know what i'm feeling
I'm more than what you've made of me
I've found the voice you gave to me
But now, i gotta find my own
You should have listened
There is someone here inside
Someone i thought had died
So long ago
Oh, i'm screaming out
And my dreams will be heard
They will not be pushed aside or worked
Into your own
All cause you won't listen...
Chorus:
I don't know where i belong
But i'll be moving on
If you don't...
If you won't...
...Listen to the song here in my heart
A melody i start, but i...will..complete
Oh
Now, i'm done believing you
You don't know what i'm feeling
I'm more than what you made of me
I followed the voice you think you gave to me
But now i gotta find my own
My own!'
My Uncle stopped the music after the finishing chord. I stayed in the studio with tears streaming down my face. I don't know what happened, but i guess the song was a perfect reflection of my own life and it really hit me. Hard.
"BabyGirl, Sweetie, are you alright?" i sniffled and waited to answer, not fully trusting my voice. "Aaliyah?"
"I'm okay," i said, "you wanna go over it again? maybe to fix it?"
"No, i think that one was pretty much a home run, how bout you help me mix and produce." I nodded, put the headphones on the ground and walked out to my Uncle.
A/N:
I do not own any of the songs that i put in my stories they are owned by the artists and writers who created them.
I'm sorry for the wait hope you like it.
Much love to you!
