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A young girl joins a band and go through the ups and down over a decade long career in rock music.
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Debra May was held back from life by her overbearing religious mother until she heard the soft melody of 'Stairway to Heaven'. The...
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December 1974
The studio had become a place where we would end up after a long night of performing and getting drunk. I sat down as I watched Harry in the booth playing guitar to one of the songs I wrote. Mitch wasn't here yet and I decided that since I myself have heard Harry play this a million times, he could just simply do it.
Josh was with me and sitting next to one of the tech guys who was recording Harry. "You guys are loud," Josh stated.
"What?" I turned to him.
"Last night I slept on the couch and Jesus-" I blushed hard telling Harry I didn't think we were alone in the house.
"Oh god, don't bring that up- I'm embarrassed." Josh chuckled.
"You guys are lucky- don't tell the guys this but I've never...you know." My eyes widened.
"Really?" He nodded.
Harry finished and looked up at me with a smile and a thumbs up. I gave Josh a reassuring smile that his secret was safe with me before I pressed the speaker and spoke directly to my boyfriend in the booth. "Sounded great honey."
"All for you babe." We played back the track and it fits in perfectly. He came out and listened to the guitar along with the bass, drums, and keyboard and it all was perfectly like how I imagined for the song I had written. My voice was a bit rough but I went in and sang anyway.
After three takes I had given in and stopped for the day. I sipped water as Harry came inside the recording booth and gave me a thumbs up. "How did it sound?"
"Perfect, I think the second take is the one though." I nodded putting my arms around him. "I think we need some high notes."
I scoffed feeling my vocal cords want to give in. "If I could I would, why don't you do it." He shook his head. "Why won't you sing Harry, your voice is nicer than mine."
"I'm not that good of a singer, besides you're the lead singer." He became very defensive.
"Okay grumpy don't sing then, I just think it would be cool to hear your voice as well." I pulled off the headphones and handed them to him.
"I'm not grumpy Debra May, I can sing but it'll sound terrible." I pulled his face down and pressed my lips to his.
"Just do one take." I kissed him again and walked out to tell them to record Harry.
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