It wasn't necessary to take a bus for a school outing with only three people. However, despite being illogical, the kids from the correal facility needed careful supervision. Some individuals were assigo watch over these troublesome children who could potentially cause issues for ordinary people due to their circumstances.

  "Remember, kids, we're on a musical outing to experience music. We'll have a piano css and share life through music. As my good students, behave well and don't cause any trouble," Spencer approached to whisper. "Ahe secret that we're going to record an album. This is our st ce," Spencer added.

  "Don't worry, teacher, everything will be perfect. Billy Carson's group will officially start today, April 29, 2000," said Billy.

  Spencer sighed aly tapped Billy's head again. "Just behave."

  "Teacher, I'll do my best," said Billy, who could only imagine rec a demo and, if time allowed, Axel's sed song, "Celebrate Life," a song with a profound meaning.

  They were once again transported by a police patrol. Although they weren't handcuffed, the dark blue uniforms hihat they were not well-behaved kids. Streets passed quickly while Spencer chatted with the security guard. They were heading to the Cal Baptist Uy, where Speaught at the institute.

  Ameri facilities were good; even with time, they still looked good and could be used for essential measures. They only needed a special room; the rest was history. It wouldn't be sold, and only Billy and or's skills would be showcased as a duo, with Spencer supp on the guitar.

  "You ehrough the left exit; it's a private street leading to the uy parking lot," Spencer said.

  The guard made the turn, and they crossed the Cal Baptist Institute's facilities, majestic to the kids but pin to the adults. or had never been to su impressive institution, and Billy was eager to create the respective demo and release it.

  "Alright, we have a pnned schedule, kids. First, we'll study musiotes, listen to some cssical musid then I'll show you how to pose a song. A brief presentation about Amadeus Mozart, and of course, we'll practiusic," Spencer said assertively.

  "Very well, Mr. Spencer. I'll go for a walk and have lunch. Do you have a proper schedule? It's better if you pick them up. You call me 'teacher' if you need anything," the security guard asked.

  "Ahhhh, nobody truly enjoys musie on, guys, we have to record a song, and it's a plicated process. It has to e out as perfect as possible. My teacher has a friend at an indepe record bel, and I say they might spare some time to listen to the song," Spencer said.

  or and Billy looked at each other and could only ugh at Professor Spencer breaking the rules effitly. Sometimes, you use a reputation as a nerdy and b teacher to gain some bes.

  "I'll introduce you to my teacher sky. He's one of the best teachers I had the opportunity to learn from in my entire musid student journey. He'll help us with so muthusiasm that we'll surely do an amazing job," Spencer said, taking long strides while the two kids ran behind him. The image had a certain impression – two kids in blue overalls and a teacher in a funny suit.

  They climbed the spiral staircase to the sed floor, turned right, and reached a room with a heavy metal door. The air there was thicker, a fined space just enough to light up the kids' faces. They saw a room no more than a meter and a half wide; only a drum kit could fit, and that would be too much. In desperate situations, you take desperate measures. Billy would record with Mr. sky first, and then or would follow the rhythm with his drum set. After that, Spencer would take the guitar and follow the beat of Billy's drums. It wasn't reeo do this, but there was no other option when w in such ditions.

  "So, we'll record everything separately, teacher. Isn't that bold?" Billy asked.

  "It's a demo. Try to sing. I've trained your singing all week, and I hope all the boasting about being the biggest star in history bees a reality," Spencer said.

  or just smiled befiving him a fist bump. The kid had ged since Billy accepted him unditionally into his musical group. Spencer could have mentiohat he wasn't obligated to do so and that it was normal, sidering Billy was the main poser of the musid melody.

  Then, the door opened, and four old folks entered, all with a slow walk and face full of experiend iing stories. Following them was someone named Jerry Wexler, who looked like a raisin to Billy, a quite old Peter Wolf, and Jason Fox. No one paid more attention than Spencer, along with Jerry Wexler and sky, who were friends from the Bronx with a long history that took them from coast to coast, ending up in Los Angeles, where they lived as hippies and rexed all the time.

  Status:

  Billy Carson

  Singing: (6/20) Level 1: Novice.

  Piano: (7/10) Level 1: Amateur.

  "You're Billy Carson," greeted Jerry Wexler.

  "Pleasure, Grandpa. Thanks for ing to see me and Mr. sky. Also, thank you... when I'm famous, I'll dedicate an album to you for this great favor," said Billy, with so much fidehat Spencer couldn't help but groan at the fidence his student had gained sining from the hospital.

  "Baha," Jerry Wexler ughed at the shameless kid. At least he had fidehought the old man. For an artist, fidence is everything. Only someone very fident in themselves be a musi. There are exceptions, but fidence is key for a musi; it's like their bde against the looks of the people.

  sky wi Billy, signaling him to ehe old folks had the patience of saints.

  "First of all, I apologize because it's embarrassing that my singing level has dropped. Give me three years, and you'll see that my voice will be better," said Billy, entering the studio with his heart abze like a shower of sparks heading for a wildfire on a paper forest. He remembered Joseph's words, "We ck people who truly feel things. Now everyoalks about love and doesn't love."

  Billy poured all his despair at losing his past life in one blow.

  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.

  He closed his eyes ahe song e him like a dark room with no way out. His afternoons in the correal facility, gazing at the ndscape, his enter with musid the loss of drawing skills—all merged like a tangle of emotions spun by a spider, fearing that his sorrow would fall like is into its webs

  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

  His body began to move to the rhythm of the song; he ched his fists tightly, releasing all his energy like aric current. The voice became softer, and the song's impact evolved into profound mencholy, only to explode again.

  The lyrics transported themselves like magical arrows, with outstanding envelopes that collided with profound tent, taining hidden stories about the truth of life and its falseness.

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

  Alone

  And on I read, until the day was goneAnd I sat i of all the things I've doneFor all that I've blessed, and all that I've wrongedIn dreams, until my death, I will wander on

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

  ....

  Billy didn't stop trembling when the song ended, as if he had just gohrough a marathon; sweat dripped from his forehead.

  [ding – realization about what it means to be a star... a star experiences every emotion on the surface, a sensitive soul that cries like a baby, ughs like a child, philosophizes like a schor; a true star lives in its realm.]

  Improved singing.

  Billy Carson.

  Singing: (1/40) Level 3: Student.

  Piano: (7/10) Level 1: Amateur.

  gratutions on reag the state that only magi recreate. You've just veyed your emotions like emotion dump sites traveling through people's souls.

  New song:

  "Lose Yourself" – Eminem.

  ...

  Notifications passed like ercials in his head, but he couldn't reason what he had just achieved; he was very exhausted. His head ached, and he was very hungry. What happened? Billy thought, dizzy, leaving the studio with his body covered ihe "zohe pce where inspiration reaches its most incredible heights, like stars in the sky. Only a few reach this state, and it happens in uuations.

  "So, how did I do?" Billy said, swaying.

  "Acceptable," replied sky.

  Billy felt like screaming at them for their words. "To hell with the old folks," he said loudly enough for everyoo hear. "I'll get some sleep; I'm exhausted," said Billy.

  Fshback 3 minutes.

  It was like a musical wave, the first to raise his gaze with anticipation encer, watg the unpolished gem switto artist mode with such ease that he pletely envied.

  The sed to lift his head was the only ohout experien music, more of an infiltrator, but given Spencer's insistend words about the genius that es on a billion, born only once every geion, sky invited all his friends, and only four people showed up, but they were all esteemed friends.

  The third head to rise due to the sensation of the music eter Wolf, who heard the soul of a rocker. The kid was already handsome; with a good representative guiding the punk, he could be great.

  was Jerry Wexler, one of the most important figures in the room, with his vast experiend knowledge of music. He couldn't help but notice many mistakes in his singing, but he veyed charisma like few did. He sighed. "I'm retired, let me rest," he murmured.

  The st in the room was sky, but he erplexed. Now he uood that this kid being in the correal facility instead of a music booth was a sin that they would have to correct. Acc to Spencer's words, the kid ure expression of siy and alluring charisma.

  The boy came out sweaty and tired; only Jerry could uand his state. He had exhausted all his mental strength.

  "So, how did I do?" Billy said, swaying.

  "Acceptable," said sky.

  "To hell with the old folks," the boy said, along with other unintelligible words. The silence was broken by Jerry's ughter.

  He looked at Spencer and sky, "Burn the demo; I'll take the demo to Atntic Records myself. I don't know whether to hate you; you've pulled me out of retirement. Goodbye to the quiet days in New York. I'm too old to put up with aar, but this ohis one's special," Jerry said.

  "I sed that," said Peter Wolf.

  ...

  I'm testing the quotation marks here, is it ok to separate versations? I keep using it for this series since chapter 41 which is where we are going on Patreon. just let me know.