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0:00
You, number 9, stood in the corner next to Paul with your guitar in hand. Never would you ever had imagined you'd be in the studio recording such an outro song.
Maybe it was the stomach bug you were currently sick with that was giving you that eerie feeling in your stomach. Currently, you were taking silent deep breaths in attempt to calm the anxiety you felt in your lower half. You had an urge to pick at the already chipped nail polish on your fingernails. If only they weren't already occupied with their placement on the guitar's parts.
2:35
Your eyes were focused on the carpet's texture. You tried to focus on Joey's drumming rather than the low moans emitting from your band mate. You honestly wanted someone to tap your shoulder and give you a quick "Are you okay?", but everyone was hyper focused on their instruments, as they usually are while recording a song.
3:00
There you are. You quickly began playing your guitar as your band mates pitched in as well.
3:23
You glanced up at the vocal booth as Corey began singing into the mic.
𝘙𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘹, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳.
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦.
𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵.
𝘙𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘹, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳.
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦
𝘐 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.
3:46
Now, it wasn't the theme of the song that made you so uneasy. It was the state of the band's vocalist that made you want to call quits. You'd already known beforehand how the song would play out, and not to mention the preparation you gave yourself, so why were you so on edge?
3:51
Be grateful. You aren't the one in the vocal booth. Stop playing victim. You mentally cursed yourself. Though as Corey's wails grew louder, you couldn't help but glance back at Joey. You turned your body halfway and looked at him, only to find his eyes focused on the drumheads rather than yours. So you turned back around. But once you did, Joey looked up at you, only to be met with the back of your head. He brushed it off and continued playing.
4:09
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦
𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦
𝘓𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱
𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.
4:54
𝘚𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯.
𝘗𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘺𝘴.
𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘺𝘦𝘵.
𝘚𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦.
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩.
𝘛𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.
Though you couldn't see well into the booth, you didn't need binoculars to take in Corey's uncanny behavior. You felt guilty, honestly. Allowing the guy to knock himself into such a deep delusional trance. What the hell is going on?
6:50
𝘖𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘥.
𝘖𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘥.
𝘖𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘥.
𝘖𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘥!
8:07
You couldn't really make up what Corey was mumbling. You didn't really want to. Curiosity kills the cat, right?
8:10
𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱!
𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱!
𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱!
𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱!
𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱!
8:31
𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦!
𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦!
𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦!
𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦!
8:54
𝘐𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘴 𝘶𝘴.
𝘐𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘴 𝘶𝘴.
𝘐𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘴 𝘶𝘴.
𝘐𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘴 𝘶𝘴.
𝘐𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘴 𝘶𝘴!
𝘐𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘴 𝘶𝘴.
𝘐𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘴 𝘶𝘴.
9:33
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦.
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵.
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭.
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦.
𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
10:15
Plucking your guitar strings became harder and harder the more Corey let out his cries and yelps. You eyed the broken candle glass that glistened from a nearby flame. So much noise. So much noise. Calling this song heavy would be an understatement. Joey began going ham on his drums, almost as if he was trying to drown out Corey's vocals. You wished to as well, but your instrument limited your ability to do so.
11:00
Your guitar's pitch began rising high and low on repeat, result of your fingers slipping. Thankfully you were able to play it off, usually your band mates were able to tell the tiniest note difference in any given melody. Or maybe they let it slide, perhaps they were struggling to keep their composure too.
11:08
𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦?
𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦?
𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦?!
𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦!?
𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦!?
11:40
You felt the need to go help him. You looked up at Mick, who to your surprise was already staring right back at you. Though his Mask's expression is blank, you could read his demeanor perfectly. In a way he was comforting you, telling you to relax, but also telling you to stay put. You bit the inside of your cheek behind your mask, your eyes beginning to sting. You shook your head, responding in a 'This is so fucked up' way. Mick simply nodded his head lightly, breaking eye contact with you and staring into space. You looked down at his fingers as you continued to play, no signs of him trembling.
12:03
You and Mick stopped playing, letting Paul continue on his with bass line. You maneuvered your guitar strap over your head and very lightly placed your guitar on the ground, no sound emitting from its impact with the floor. You, now maskless, sat down criss crossed with your face in your hands.
13:02
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
Corey's wails did nothing but upset you even more. They were real. He was making his way with the glass in there. The horrible feeling in your stomach grew stronger as the song went on. You had listened to fucked up songs like this before, and you weren't *that* emotional after listening to them, but being sat in-front of one produced by a close friend of yours was a completely different story. You were so unsettled.
What was even the purpose?
Someone get him out of the booth now.
13:59
𝘐 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
𝘐 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
𝘐 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
14:19
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳.
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳.
Fuck.
You looked up to be met with your quiet and unsettled band mates. This uneasy feeling mixed with your already upset stomach and your overwhelming worry was doing a number on you. Fuck, your stomach hurt so bad. You were so nauseous.
15:06
The second the bright red light went off, signaling there was no longer any audio recording, you jumped up and ran over to the bathroom, slamming the door. You fell onto your knees and loomed over the toilet, coughs and gags leaving your mouth. You needed to vomit, but it wouldn't come out. After a few minutes you only ended up actually throwing up for a few seconds. With tears dripping from the corner of your eyes from all the force, you weakly flushed the toilet and wiped your moth with your sleeve. You unlocked the door and walked back out to where everyone was to see them surrounding Corey. They didn't really know what to do. Except for Paul, who suggested they give Corey a little bit of space. Jim walked out first with the broken glass Corey used in his hands, Jim throwing it away and covering it with some extra papers. You looked beside you to see Joey sitting still, hadn't moved with the rest of the guys. He was looking back at you, his expression blank yet full of sorrow. "You okay?" He spoke, his tone of voice soft and low.
"Stomach bug." You replied flatly, quickly looking away from Joey and making your way over to the vocal booth. Paul stopped you halfway and told you to go get some water. He reassured you Corey would be fine, and to just give him five minutes to calm down. Then they'd clean him up and treat his wounds. Unwillingly, you followed Paul's orders and got yourself a bottle of water from Sid's mini fridge.
The rest of the guys besides Corey got themselves a drink and stood near each other in silence. Sid rose his drink in the air, and so did everyone else besides you and Craig.
"Iowa."
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