Billy walked through the corridors of the correal facility, back to reality, thought the young man as he walked. His neck was in perfect dition, and the back pain eased with antibiotid five days of rest, with a note from the doctor to avoid physical activities for the six days.

  -Wele back, Carson. Please take a seat, - Mr. Beins said. Billy felt the stares behind his back; being observed wasn't very fortable.

  Billy nodded, but the songs in his head could only run free, losing the thread of the versation about world history. He lost much of the 20th-tury history, recalling a small chapter, remembering how old Joseph talked to him about Elvis Presley. A musi who could move people's souls, a musi who could tell stories like stars transformed into steltions.

  The css started moving towards the exit, his bnk notebook bearing wito the distra of the st three hours. What else could he do but tih a musi's life? For the first time, he truly felt captured by musid his imagination soared through the sky.

  -Stew, - the cook, in charge of serving the meals, asked.

  -Yes. -

  Billy sat down, ping his food, sav the watery taste. Much better than hospital food, but nothing out of this world.

  It's almost time to go to the musi, thought Billy.

  Walking to the musi, the emptiness resent ohird floor, and only the periodic greetings of the guards in the guardroom could be heard. Right, there was the camera setup, supervised by everyone whenever disposition and time allowed.

  -Hey, Carson, you're doing all the ing today, - Malik said.

  - the windows, a or help with the rest, - Billy said, sweeping the dust. Five minutes ago, he had ed the metallidow frames that accumuted some dirt.

  -Sure,- said Malik, quickly ing the windows, withor. Malik art of a gang, as was normal in these pces, but he ran. He wao py with his peers or practie baseball, maybe sit in the sun.

  He was ba the musi, the refuge located in a small space with poor acoustics—the spoy of the pce designed for various purposes, including being a ste or warehouse.

  or was already at the drums as soon as they opehe doors. There was Mr. Spencer's synthesizer, the piano keys pyed by themselves. This time, he pyed the song with all the care he could.

  This one was softer, with just a piano pying sweeter hose used fentle songs, the kind that fit more with Chopin's cssical music, hitting like petals. The rhythm should be apanied by an acoustic guitar and maybe a lightly produced meical track. However, musi do anything; it's the psticity that helps gee two different versions of the same song.

  -I see you have a new song, - said Spencer. Pablo was o be found.

  -I posed it in the hospital, Mr. Spencer, - said Billy, sighing over Axel's song. To sing it or not to sing it? All he wa this moment was to live a quiet life without w about the future or other things he sidered unnecessary, like living paycheck to paycheck. In the 21st tury, artists could earn millions of dolrs with a hit, unlike in aimes whes were truly bloodsuckers. They still existed but in smaller numbers.

  -It's good. e, we have a lot to discuss. You too, or. I've been very busy i five days, but everything is worth it. I have what you might call a pn A and a pn B, - said Spencer.

  or approached in his silent state, characteristic of him. To the white chairs where Spencer would plot the meeting that would predispose the future demos and the market opportunity Billy hadn't had.

  -I've been talking to some acquaintances. In summary, until we have a rec of the song, we 't send it to the many record bels. Unfortunately, music agents prefer other people, and we are what they call novice dreamers. The title of aspirants is a bit far. Your mistered the two lyrics you sent her, right? - Spencer asked.

  -Yes, sir. The mail arrived the day before yesterday, - replied Billy to the music teacher.

  -So that covers us with some security. I talked to Superinte Charles, and he will allow us to take an educational trip to my uy, Cal Baptist Institute. We'll be able to record the demos for free. Professor Linzt, a great friend of mine, is willing to help me in my crusade. So, on Saturday, ihan five hours, we should record the songs, burn the demos, and, of course, present them to the record bels. There are a total of 21 registered record bels in California. Some of them must give us an opportunity, - Spencer expined.

  -Incredible, Mr. Spencer, - said Billy.

  -Well, there are some ditions you must meet. I want or to join yroup. He's a good kid and is being an incredible drummer, - Spencer said.

  -Of course, - said Billy, surprising Spencer and or, who expected a fierce battle from Billy.

  -Well, then. As a teacher, I only hope you prepare your songs well, - said Mr. Spencer.

  Billy, who had already thought about it for a long time, khe need fuitarist who could give that fleeting touch to his songs, necessary for a tight position. After all, he o make a living as a musi, and a guitarist and drummer to back him up made more than sense.

  -Maestro, would you py the guitar? - Billy asked.

  -What? Son, I don't have... it's plicated, but I don't think it's healthy for me at my age to join a band, - Spencer replied.

  -We need you, Maestro. I have this feeling that we will succeed, but to grab attention, I need yuitar practice, especially the electric guitar that apahe piano and drums. If you're willing, Maestro, it's easier for them to accept the demo for rec, - said Billy.

  -The day will e, and we'll see. Now, you have to show or the demo of the song we'll be doing, -Spencer said.

  Billy nodded with gleaming happiness, as he had the system; improvement was not a problem, and that improvement was reflected in what he would show to his small group.

  Status:

  Billy Carson.

  Singing: (3/20) Level 1: Novice.

  Piano: (8/10) Level 1: Amateur.

  Rating: Worldwide.

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  Numbers: Followers.

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  Songs:

  Like Stone.Celebra vida(Axel)The singing of "Like Stohis time was more measured and diligent, with a different tone, raw and scraped with emotions of uanding. or listened clearly and knew why Professor Spencer ehat it was a good song; it was simply sensational to the point that he could feel his soul warming up with the song. Then he knew, Billy was truly a great singer.

  Emancipation, or thought.

  Billy finished singing, and Spencer appuded more joyfully for the evident song. -You've got it, kid, - he said to or.

  or shook his head.

  -e on, Billy, py it on the piano. We have to prepare in the four days, - said Spencer.

  -I think the drums should go like this, - said Billy, showing an attempt at the sound of the song, while for the guitar, using a high pitch simir to the piano, they practiced the song for four hours with siderable effort, to the point where they had a set rhythm.

  Oher hand, Billy practiced the high and long notes diligently. The melisma of the song was quite plicated due to the force of a vibrato, but the smooth e of a legato. The song had several notes, and four hours of music did not improve his disposition to the song.

  Billy dedicated his st moments to work on his vocal teique, imitating Frank Sinatra's void singing softly as his systems ordered, and finally, he poured his heart into a song.

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  [1] Singing of a vocal, in different musiotes, starting low and ending somewhat higher.

  [2] Osciltion in the frequency of the o express the tent of the song; this is done when subtly varying the air pressure.

  [3] Smooth e between notes.

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