Chapter Thirty One Step

“Is this the first time you boys have ever been inside a recording studio?” the thin man asked in a half-serious, half-joking tone.

We all looked at each other.

“Yes, sir,” I eventually said, nodding my head.

“Okay, well, you ready to record a song then?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Chris excitedly yelled.

The rest of us only nodded our heads and smiled wide.

“All right, let’s do it,” he said. “Drums first.”

We each took turns recording our own tracks, until it finally came to the vocals.

I stood there playing with the big headphones that threatened to engulf both sides of my head. I couldn’t hear anything in them except for the thin man’s voice, which would muffle through every once in a while.

My eyes eventually turned down, and I caught a glimpse of metal peeking out from in between my fingers. Her guardian angel was tightly pressed against my palm.

“Okay, Will,” I heard the man’s voice again. “I’m going to start the track.”

I looked through the glass to where the thin man was sitting and nodded my head.

A few seconds later, the music trickled through the big headphones, and I slowly brought my lips to the funny-looking microphone. I felt the words then grow in my stomach and then climb into my chest. They stayed there for a moment and then finally fell from my lips one by one — just like they had a hundred times before:

“I’m famous in this small town

For a ghost I cannot shake

They all know I’m talkin’ to you

But of it — I don’t think they know what to make

But they don’t see what I see

They don’t see you dance on the river walk,

Underneath the street lamps

With those stars in your eyes

They don’t see you

Lying next to me

Tellin’ me your dreams,

Planted somewhere up in those big skies

No, they don’t see what I see

Because I see

A rainstorm in June

Just before the sun

The black of night

Just before the stars

And, girl, I see your ghost

Just before our dawn

And tonight I’ll see you again

Just like every night before

But they don’t see what I see

What I see is more

Because I see

A rainstorm in June

Just before the sun

The black of night

Just before the stars

And, girl, I see your ghost

Just before our dawn

And, girl, I see your ghost

Just before our dawn.”

My lips hovered in front of the microphone as the last words of the ballad hit the black mesh and disappeared. But the music still played inside my big headset and filled my ears. I closed my eyes and took in each note, as a deep breath invaded my lungs. The song meant something to me, and I couldn’t sing it without feeling something too. I fought back the tightness in my chest as the small room eventually grew quiet again.

“That was great, Will,” I heard a muffled voice say into my ears. “I think we’ve got your single.”

A smile scurried to my lips. Those words sounded better together than I had ever imagined they could. I squeezed my fingers tightly around the guardian angel in my hand again, and suddenly, I felt one step closer.

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