The Level Oate, a true amateur, that's what Billy was at this moment. The music wasn't good enough to be reized, let aloo give a full-fledged cert, but Billy was steps away because he was a very ho cheat.

  -Like a Stone. - the song cirg in his mind since yesterday, kept pying.

  -Mr. Spencer, I have a question. If I write a song, is it possible for you to help me record a demo? I'll ask my mother tister the music with the cht office, but I'm unsure about how to record a demo to send to a specific record bel. - said Billy.

  Spencer gaped like a fish. - Song... demo. Kid, the process is not shtforward. But I'll help you as much as I . At the servatory, we use the acousti for the rec. I have someone who might be ied if everything is good — a good song, don't think it's that simple. - said Spencer.

  Billy had to shake his head. Although he didn't know the band that sang this song very well, he had heard it many times. And he was sure it would be a historic success. The song not only gave him a sense of relief for the past three months when his normal life ged in a ce eveill sidered improbable, but it also matched the issues he was going through. Just thinking about it...

  -The musi is downstairs. - said Nurse Rose, a short and slim woman whom Billy had seeerday.

  -Do you have a piano? - asked Spencer.

  -No, sir, but there's a synthesizer, although it's a bit small si's for children. It will surely be useful for the young man's music css, who seems to be rec.- said Rose.

  Billy tried to nod, but the neck brace still prevented him from making the small gesture. He could only raise his hand in a gesture of gratitude. The musi, indeed, looked like a children's haven with small chairs. The piano was a synthesizer with some red circles that produced sounds when pressed and a microphone.

  -So, we'll start with The Barber of Seville. - said Spencer, getting ready to py the opera on a child's piano.

  -Allow me, teacher. I want to py the song in my mind; it's like it repeats over and over. - said Billy.

  The sound of the piano keys wasn't very good, but it had the entire musical scale, from low to high. Although Billy wasn't an expert, he undoubtedly had the talent to distinguish the sounds.

  -'Start with a G sharp.' - said Billy, pying the characteristic melody. It was followed by a high G, followed by F (Fa), a d D, but the silence of Billy sted for 10 to 15 minutes. Spencer could see the polished and skillful creative process; the melody kept pying, faster each time. Billy's closed eyes, hurt and wounded, gave him the description of a poet, fotten in the bhs of the Renaissance, where poverty ay sought each other as sister friends.

  Spencer was stunned, and the more he listeo the emerging piano melody, he knew from the get-go that this young man was a gem destio succeed in music, given the opportunity. A coal waiting to be a diamond, a coal g the precise fire to be beautiful. This is the talent that his teachers ofteiohe one born with talent doesn't o show off because, with just a dispy of their ability, everyone will bow at their feet. No excuse to say it refers to the unique and irrepceable talent, not just good, not sensational. We're talking about magnifit, incredible, or impossible talent

  Just as Billy stopped, Spencer was about to appud, but the reverberating voice, somewhat hoarse, sounded like an artificial explosion that could trade silence flory—a silence shattered by a song performed by the young man.

  On a cobweb afternoon, in a room full of emptinessBy a freeway, I fess I was lost in the pagesOf a book full of death, reading how we'll die alone

  And if we're good, we'll y to rest anywhere we want to go

  In your house, I long to beRoom by room, patientlyI'll wait for you there, like a stoneI'll wait for you there alone

  And on my deathbed, I will pray to the gods and the angelsLike a pagan to anyone who will take me to HeavenTo a pce I recall, I was there so long agoThe sky was bruised, the wine was bledAnd there you led me on

  In your house, I long to beRoom by ro…

  -Cough, cough. - Billy's groan, his sore throat didn't allow him to tihe strident song that had a demanding vocal requirement, one in a hundred. – What do you think, maestro? – said Billy with teary eyes.

  -This is simply unheard of, young man. Did you write it yourself? – said Spencer, rubbing the few hairs he had on the side, as he was bald at the age of thirty-four.

  -Of course, it's all my work and position. It's been in my head for quite some time and couldn't get out; only now do I feel like I've let out the lyrics of the song. – said Billy.

  Both, the young and the old, stayed lost in thought, without practig The Barber of Seville, whiow sounded very timid pared to the position of young Billy. The piano and the singing gave it a certain charm, typical of an artist. Someoh a musical background could see the genius of the young man in the first notes.

  -I think we make the demo. – said Spencer, p how to make a demo. Although it's not reended, a microphohe piano, and a closed and quiet enviro be ideal for this type of performance. He could record everything and burn it on the puter; the uy had a small studio that he could borrow for an hour.

  Taking Billy to the uy? Not a bad idea. – thought Spencer.

  -I believe the demo is the most pusible option. – said Spencer, revisiting the idea of creating a song with the young man.

  -That sounds fantastic, maestro, although let's wait until I feel better. I still have some disfort from all the hospital issues. – said Billy.

  -Don't worry, kid, I'll have everything ready for wheime es. We'll make a demo and submit it to all the record bels in California if possible. When they see your talent, they'll be thrilled. – said Spencer, nodding about the opportuhat young Billy had for his future work.

  The night sun streamed through the cracks, but it already indicated the hour when Spencer had to leave. However, as always, he charmed and polished Billy's piano skills well into the night. When a nurse finally dragged them out of the room, enting that the visiting hours had ended four ho, the musi represented a time out of the ordinary due to its sporadic use and secluded location away from the gaze of he rounds didn't share a strict surveily, and more than one was directed to patient care. This time, it wasn't Rose; it was a young woman with a unique appearance, a hospital resident on her rounds.

  -We deeply apologize, sir. – Spencer said, apologizing for the te hour, as it was even te for him. What would his nanny say?

  -Well, sir, I invite you to leave the hospital when possible... It's not very on for people not to pay attention, but we'll fet about this mishap. As for you, young man, I'll take you to your room; you must rest with the way you look. – The young oke. San Martin Hospital, specializing in g for the elderly, children, adolests, and pregnant women, has a soft and permissive enviro suitable for the kind of ts they receive.

  -See you tomorrht? – Billy asked Maestro Spencer.

  -Of course, kid. You 't use the piano, but I'll teach you to py the guitar. An artist should know how to py one wheuation calls for it. – The man adjusted his diamond-patterned sweatshirt ahe small room, one shoe askew, a habit he acquired as a child and hasn't lost even as an adult. But Spencer only cares about what he o do, and that's the demo that Billy needs.

  -I wouldn't have found out if I hadn't heard you sing. You siifully. – The nurse said, which wasirely true, as he was only good for sporadiging. The faithful statistics were there: amateur, an amateur in singing and piano.

  Status:

  Billy Carson.

  Singing: (9/10) Level 1: Amateur.

  Piano: (5/10) Level 1: Amateur.

  Worldwide rating:

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  -Just sing for fun. – Billy said upon reag his room.

  -That's endable. I wao be a race car driver when I was ye, but you see, I edie. Good luck, Billy. – The nurse said, leaving Billy in his room. Joseph's sn could be heard; the old man was pletely exhausted and could barely walk, sleeping most of the time.

  Many things to mention, firstly, "Like a Stone" is a song by Audiosve. There are piano covers on YouTube, and in summary, here are my favorite songs.

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