This scene takes places somewhere in the middle of Street Glass, so the year would be '89 or '90. As currently written, this scene is not intended to be included in the novel. Its purpose is to practice writing, explore the earliest beginnings of Sandy and Sophie’s relationship, explore a bit of her relationship with Adam, and have some fun that wouldn’t be appropriate for the novel. As everything is in this novel, the scene is in close third POV.
The term “track” is sometimes used here as a synonym for the verb “record.” The term “cans” is used as a synonym for “headset.” Lennie is producer as well as engineer for Sandy’s song, with only Neal assisting him; that’s why I don’t mention anyone else. The term “studio” can be a bit confusing. Used here, it refers to the specific room that the artist stands in to sing or play, not a building. If anything else confuses you, drop me a comment.
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Movement through the control room window caught Sandy‘s eye. Lennie and Neal glanced at each other with the wide-eyed look that said We’ve got magic here. Sandy read Adam’s lips: She could make the devil sing like an angel.
They would’ve recorded that first effort, but the technical aspects were settled now. This take would be for real.
Sophie waited several seconds past the last audible notes before speaking in a very low voice. “Good, honey. Now do it again, but better. Let everything out. You’ve got a miracle waiting inside you. Sing as if you can save the world with your voice.”
He nodded, not willing to break the spell by speaking. The music started again. She began to sway a little. Her eyes flicked down to the lead sheets then back up. Her voice came in at the exact instant his did.
I cried in my misery
It was more than I could bear
Ripped apart and bleeding out
Into the darkness I would stare
She reached one hand toward him. With the slightest effort he touched her fingertips. He wouldn’t have been surprised to see sparks. Filling his head, guitar and piano danced and swirled around each other. Little pings off the cymbal bell perfectly complimented the ringing guitar. Synthesizer crept in like an uncertain mist then swelled to wash over everything, carrying him with it. When the synthesizer eased back, lilting piano held him up. His voice grew stronger with the next verse.
And then I saw it from afar
I didn’t know just what it was
I was afraid of how it glowed
I’d never seen the face of love
Something about the way her deep voice backed him up—supported him—made it easy to lose the last of his inhibitions. He knew she’d be careful to keep her voice just below his. This was the way singing was meant to be.
You came straight as an arrow
I never had a chance to hide
I didn’t know which way to turn
But I never even tried to fight
You came out of nowhere
Like a comet burning bright
In all the colors of a rainbow
Coming down on a summernight
[to be continued]
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