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“What song are we doing today?” Stan asks over the microphone.
“Dreams.” I want to sing this song to Indy. For her to know how much she means to me.
“You finished up the chorus?” Dylan asks.
“It could use some work.”
Jett taps a rhythm out on his drums. “Let’s hear it then.”
I put on my headphones and find Indy. I hold her gaze as I sing.
“Love's a wild hurricane, refusing to conform,
In the chaos of life, it takes on any storm.
You were the missing chord, the rhythm in my soul,
In this crazy world, you made me feel whole.”
“The first two lines are a bit corny,” Dylan says when I stop singing.
“I like the last two lines,” Jett says.
Gibson nods. “The last two lines are solid.”
Fender grunts in agreement.
Great. Everyone thinks I should delete two lines of my chorus. I know they’re not great, but they’re not horrible, or are they?
“What do you think, Indy?”
Her eyes widen and she shakes her head. She speaks but I can’t hear her.
“You have to use the mic.”
Rob motions her over but she holds up her hands.
“Indy, come on.”
She scowls at me as she stomps to the mic.
“I’m not a musician.”
I smirk. “I’ve heard you sing in the shower. I know you’re not a musician.”
“Not helping your case,” Dylan mutters.
He doesn’t know Indy the way I do. Sometimes she needs a push.
She huffs. “The first two verses sound cliché.”
“Thanks, sweetness.” I smile at her. “I guess we’re cutting the first two verses. Anyone have ideas for the lyrics?”
We get into our usual rhythm of bouncing ideas back and forth. I don’t notice time passing until Indy enters the studio carrying bags of food. My stomach rumbles in response.
“What time is it?”
“After two,” she says as she hands out the food.
