“Marco, Marco, Marco.”
“What?” returned the boy in question’s voice, sounding rather irritated even though it was hoarse with sleep.
Grinning slightly, Keely kicked back in the chair, propping her feet against the side of the soundboard. It was nice to be the one doing the waking for once. It was much better than being the one always woken up. “You need to come down to the studio.”
There was a moment of silence then, “Huh?”
“We need you to lay down a bass track.”
Apparently those words helped Marco regain his footing, because when he spoke next he didn’t sound as befuddled. “It’s five in the morning.”
“Yeah,” she told him brusquely, “Bring coffee.”
“You can’t be-”
Not bothering to listen to what he was saying, Keely pulled the phone from her ear and hung up before tossing it carelessly onto the end table.
Stifling a yawn behind her hand she let her legs drop from their propped up position, and leaned forward slightly, brushing her shaggy bangs away from her eyes. “How long do you think it’s going to take for him to get here?”
“Two hours
probably,” answered Seth without as much as a glance towards her.
Rubbing her temples sleepily, Keely stayed leaning forward. It felt comfortable there. “So what do we do until then?”
Kicking his rolling chair out of the way, Seth made his way to the board hurriedly, sending a quick glance back at the computer, a line deepening between his brows. “You,” he began, his voice sounding distracted as he changed something on the board, “Are going to go set up the mic.”
Frowning she dug a hand into her hair, shoving it away from her face completely while straightening in her chair. “For what?” she questioned.
“When Marco gets here,” he replied, leaning forward into the glow coming from the lights in the studio.
The light that hit his face only made Keely wince, the sleeplessness was beginning to show with dark prominent circles bruised beneath his eyes and she had no doubt that she looked any better. The album was due soon enough and there just wasn’t enough time. “I want to rerecord the vocals on Yesterday’s Gone,” she told him.
Finally he looked at her, but this time sending her an incredulous expression lit by the ghostly light from the studio. “We’re already getting Marco to redo the bass on it, why do you want to do the vocals too?”
Ignoring his question, she bit down lightly on her bottom lip, giving him a sheepish look. “And I want Colton to come in to do the drums on it.”
“What do you hate about this song so much?”
“It sounds like a freaking Michael Bublé song!” she exclaimed.
For a moment he stared at her, his eyes scouring her face intently. “Okay,” he decided eventually, rubbing a hand wearily over his face, “Now you’re just going insane. You like Michael Bublé.”
Rolling her eyes Keely dropped her hand from her hair, pulling the chair towards him carefully with her feet. “Yeah, I do, but that doesn’t mean I want my music to sound like him. This song is just too perfect and smooth, there’s nothing offensive or offsetting about it.”
“Since when do you want it to be offensive?”
A small smile twitched on her mouth as she tipped her chin up to look at him. “Isn’t that what rock and roll is, some kind of form of rebellion? “Rock has always been the devil’s music”,” she quoted.
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Just What I Needed
Teen FictionIn life there are things that are said, and then there are those that remain unsaid. For Keely Staub, her life mostly remained in the latter category. She kept the one true love, music, hidden from even her best friends. But when one song changed th...
