I smile down at the paper in front of me, finally happy with the way the song sounds. There is a brief knock at my door followed by a squeaky Carly who asks, "Can I please come in?"
"Sure." I call back as she walks in with a fluffy purple, spiral bound notebook that has obviously seen better days.
"I need your help. I can't think of a bridge." She says exhaustedly.
I read through what she's got and it's not the best but it may just get her through this elimination.
"Try, doing a monologue rather than singing. Your song is about players right? Try doing a message to America 'cause that's your home country. That would help add more character and umph." I say with a smirk as I hand the book back to her.
She smiles gleefully and hugs me tight before bouncing back out the door of my studio and back to her own across the hall from me.
I chuckle slightly and I press record on my mixer station before walking back over to my place by the microphone and beginning to record the final edit of my bridge.
Lately our conversations end like it's the last goodbye.
Yeah, one of us gets too drunk and calls about a hundred times.
So who you been calling baby, nobody could take my place.
When you're looking at those strangers, hope to god you see my face.
Youngblood.
Say you want me,
Say you want me,
Out of your life.
And I'm just a dead man walking tonight.
But you need it, yeah you need it,
All of the time.
Yeah, ooh ooh ooh.
You push and you push and I'm pulling away,
Pulling away from you.
I give and I give and I give and you take, give and you take.
I smile and stand up, stopping the recording and playing it through the monitor I connected up to it the day I got the studio. I begin to layer the vocals on top of my acoustic track and by the end, it sounds impressive. So impressive, I caught the attention of a supervising Luke Hemmings.
"What's going on in here? Is that a completed song I hear?" He chuckles as he walks in, chewing on his lip out of habit.
"It is. Finally." I sigh with a smile as I save the track to my computer and begin to export the track on to my USB.
"About time." He chuckles as he lays down on the couch I dragged in here with the help of Mikey.
I pull the drive out of the side of the Apple Mac and stick it inside the pocket of my leather jacket before turning to face Luke.
"Don't you have another person to go help?" I ask pointedly as I walk past him and out into the hallway.
"Actually no. Everyone finished their songs at least two days ago." He explains as he chases after me.
I smirk quietly and say, "Then they rushed their work and didn't try hard enough to achieve the best."
He mumbles something in agreement but runs in front as he walks backwards, facing me as we walk down the hall.
"Why don't you come around for dinner. You haven't talked to any of us in two weeks Shay. Every time I or the boys have tried to talk or get a hold of you, you turn away or focus on something else," He pleads. "Have we done something wrong?"
"No." I reply simply as I push him out of the way and storm past him, opening the doors that lead back into the auditorium.
"Then why have you been avoiding us?" He pushes as he walks along behind me.
"Because you guys are the reason I was forced to move away in the first place. I came here for one reason, and I don't believe it was for you." I state as I walk up on the stage where Mr Giles was talking to the students that had finished.
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Fanfikce"You left me alone. How can I forgive you for that?" ///// Shayla Holmes has always felt music was a part of her identity. It's what kept her sane throughout her high-schooling life. So when she gets accepted into Scintilla Music Academy, she jumps...
