Chasing Reality [sequel to Autistic Innocence -J.M]

Chapter 39

Jason's P.O.V

"Are you sure you want to do this baby girl?" I ask my wife for the umpteenth time in the past three months.

She groans and throws her head back before looking up at me. "Yes Jay Jay! I says yes already, remember? Remember I said yes? Remember?" She asks.

I just sigh and nod, placing a kiss to the side of her head.

"Alright sweetheart, I support you." I tell her whole heartedly before adjusting the sunglasses that were covering my eyes and straightening up before rubbing her back gently, placing a kiss to her cheek, "Now do your very very best and show them what you can do," I tell her before helping her with her headphones and walking out of the small but spacious room, leaving her in the recording studio alone, not before making a silly face at her that instantly causes her to laugh and I'm proud to say that I caused that beautiful sound to appear by one simple action.

After shutting the door behind me, I walk over to were the record producer was and take a seat next to him, he nods at me and I nod once in return before turning my attention back to my wife who was staring at us while nervously playing with her sleeves of her sweater as the music slowly starts to play.

I send a wink to her which makes her smile at me and hopefully got rid of some of her nerves.

"Alright Ava, whenever you're ready," the producer calls to her. She just nods and I watch as she slowly starts to get a little more comfortable with the more music that passes by.

"Wake up to your dreams,
and watch them come true,
I'll make you whisper my name,
and never leave the room,
night and day, I'll be your muse,
no other girl can make you feel the way I do,
I can make the stars dance,
light up the moon,
I can make the stars dance,
if you want me to,
the sky is everywhere,
so meet me under there,
I can make the stars dance dance dance for you...."

I watch and listen in nothing but complete and pure amazement, proudness, and disbelief that the beautiful sound was coming from my wife's voice. That she wrote these words all on her own and she was putting it together the way she thought and knew sounded good.

When the song ends, I'm sitting in my seat in complete shock and wonder as she talks to the record producer about what sounded good and what didn't, which to me didn't make any sense because it all sounded absolutely amazing.

"It's good Jay Jay?" Her voice breaks me out of my trance and my eyes snap up to meet hers.

"That was better than good baby. You were absolutely amazing!" I cheer for her and watch is nothing but happiness as she blushes and nods at my words before talking about moving on to her next song.