Music of the Sun

Chapter 2

Driving out of the car park was a step forward. Bruno was sitting on the passenger's seat, smiling. I didn't notice his smile in the mirror when Michael Jackson's Billie Jean was playing. "I love this song," he says. "It's practically hard to sing, but I never knew that when I tried it." "You sing," I say. He nods. Damn, he's so cute. He's Afro is so sexy. "What 'em I thinking?" I mouth. "What?" he says, looking at me. Shit. "Forget it," I say. "So, are you signed to a label?" "I'm hoping to be signed." "Oh... Your hoping. That's actually a good thing for anyone that wants to be, where I am. Just keep on hoping and you'll never ever lose. Kay?" He smirks. I open up the storage bin, beside me and took out a tape. I wave it. He grabs it off me. Damn, he has a soft hand. "Bueno, Six in the Mornin'," he reads the label, puts it in and plays it. "This is my jam, turn it up," Margaritte says from the back seat. I turn up the volume by two. "Bruno, you know what?" "What?" he asks, playing dumb. "Bueno is looking for a singer to sing the hook in, Six in the Mornin'. This is just the rough cut of the song. He needs someone new, so it's going to be an unexpected mixtape." "What about Ph-" "Are you up for it?" I interrupt Margaritte, asking Bruno to record the hook for Bueno. "YES! That would be so cool." "Well, come on then. We promise to drop you off after." He smiles. His smile, his smile makes the sun a lot dimmer. "By the way, how old are you?" I have to ask. "I'm seventeen. I know, I'm not supposed to ask a woman, but how old are you?" "Guess, boy." He looks at me about three times, before he says, "Sixteen?" "Close?" "Thirty?" "Bitch. She's not thirty," Margaritte says. "Twenty-one?" "I wish, boy." "I give up. How old are you?" "You can't ask that to a girl, boy. But I'll tell you, anyways. I'm a eighteen." "Really?" He says, shocked. "You really look like a twenty-one year old." I smile at him.

I ran into the studios with Margaritte and Bruno, behind me. And it's like Phil won't expect a thing that his voice is getting replaced or anything. It's that simple for me to do that. "Bueno," I scream. He turn around, I hanged on his shoulder when I reached him. "Girl, whatcha doing here so early?" "Bueno, I think you'll need to listen to-" "God, no," Bruno whispers, grabbing my right arm. "You need to listen to this kid sing. All he did was sing throughout the car ride here." I'm sorry, but I have to lie. "Sure, I'll listen to this kid sing." He turns to Bruno and asks him, "What's your name, kid?" "Bruno." He puts his hands on chest and says, "I'm Bueno," then wraps his left arm around my shoulders and moves it onto my hip. I can tell that Bruno was looking at his hand on my hip. "Come on. Let's here ya sing," Bueno smiles. "Sure." Bruno sounds so upset about something. "Go on," I push him.

He sings: "You'll Never Make Me Stay

So Take Your Weight Off Of Me

I Know Your Every Move

So Won't You Just Let Me Be

I've Been Here Times Before

But I Was Too Blind To See

That You Seduce Every Man

This Time You Won't Seduce Me"

Bueno takes his hand off my hip and claps. "Wow. Your good." "Thank you," he says, looking at me. I look at Bueno smiling. Bueno glances at me. "Margaritte take Bruno into the studio," I say. "Sure," she says. "Come on, Michael. Let's go." She walks into the studio and Bruno follows her in. Damn. Damn. Damn. "Really, babe? You bring a singer with you and Marge, just to see me." "Well, yeah." "That's a new one." "Yeah... I guess so." He takes my hands and pins me onto the wall. "Your beautiful, baby." "Thanks." He places his left hand on my left leg and kisses me on my neck.