Billy was resting on a bench, his head supported in a sign of total exhaustion. He wao take a deep breath, but his throat hurt as if he had a cold and the airways had closed.
"You sang amazing," or said, handing him a water bottle.
Billy couldn't speak but just smiled, as simple as that. or, who had been in the room listening to Billy, heard how they secured a tract just by hearing Billy in a couple of mihis kid is astonishing.
"Thanks, I almost passed out singing," Billy said.
or believed him. Now he uood Billy more than anyone else, with his strange way of being. The boy with the bck hoodie and deep bck circles under his eyes, in short, one of the few people who knew Billy, was this kid who had observed him for the st three months and had seen a bit of what Billy says with his as.
"You're crazier than st time, you keep improving amazingly. I think the promise you made to your mom about quitting your job and living off music has never been as true as it is now," or said.
"It would be great. Mom cooks for me all day, she's the best cook in America. Haven't I told you? Then I'll sleep in until te and dedicate myself to doing what I love. Yeah, I'll tell everyoo screw off," Billy said.
"It would be great, telling everyoo go to hell and creating a try, a try without shitty adults," or said, ughing with Billy.
"True, to hell with adults. In my try, only beautiful girls are allowed," Billy said.
"We hat guy Jerry; he's our producer," or said.
"What! Jerry our producer? The raisin accepted us. This is incredible. Now I just have to do a cert and make money," Billy said.
"Teacher Spencer could have said we shouldn't rush. He only said a few words about handing the album to Atntic Records, and it's simply amazing. Just being there will make us legends, or so I believe, from the expressions," or said.
"Atntic Records is so amazing," Billy said.
"Apparently," said or.
Both boys fell into a fortable silence, a fortable sileween two people, the youthful friendship of two individuals that was strengthened by the simple act of walking together, sharing feelings, sharing hobbies, and a single passion that is musifortable silence must be a typical behavioral facet for an introverted being and for another who is or was, introverted.
"You should put more feeling into the drums, you know, imprint your pain on them, as if the lights were waking up from a unique dream," Billy said.
"Hmmm," or said, transitioning into his mutative state. Taking him out of that serious pce was impossible. When or decides not to talk, he simply doesn't talk; he just stays silent for a long time, looking like a zombie lost in time.
The song "Love Yourself" is fantastic; it's ironid strong. It is used to hit a pung bag or, in a different way, a way that ot be uood. The first song is sad, the sed is like a world-css fight, a fight between losing and winning. Every time he hears it in his mind, it feels like an incredible star, one of those that only be uood in moments when you have to win or lose. That's the iing thing about life; only ohing happen, and that is to triumph.
"Did you record your drum se already?" Billy questioned or, who simply nodded.
"I see. I'll go see what the old folks are doing," Billy said, walking toward the rec door. Everyone was in a circle, and upoering, everyone fell into a fortable silence for them but unfortable for Billy, who had beeing against the wall for an hour while regaining energy.
"We're editing the demo, young Billy," sky said, reviewing or and Spencer's drum recs, putting them together into one song. But the timing was a bit off, and the cuts were here and there, with some breaks to listen to the song perfectly.
"entiohat the old man would be our patron," Billy said.
"We haven't decided yet, young man. I'll personally take the video to a record pany, and from there, it depends on your talent and effort to make money," Jerry Wexler said.
"All right. I have another song in my head. I think I could sing it to surprise the record pany. I have some ideas in mind, but nothing firmed, so I'll sing this song, which is more like a solo. With some piano, it be pyed, and it has a different vibe, but it will surely be a total success," Billy said.
“A total success! You're not being hasty; it's your first demo, d," sky said.
"Well, the sed one now. you record it?" Billy asked.
sky just gestured for him to proceed. A musi will always be tested, and if their sed song isn't as good, it could be a problem.
Billy began his transformation into flesh, a great leap from predisposed thoughts to p his heart, giving his entire being to ohing: fulfilling the themes of the song.
My name is Billy, not Bill, not kid,
From a young age, I felt lost, but now... I'm like a beast fighting to break free and show what it means to be a music star.
LookIf you had one shot or one opportunityTo seize everything you ever wanted in one momentWould you capture itOr just let it slip? Yo
The start of the song, with those low and strong words, is just the moment when the audies hooked, to explode with a mae gun of words that, in short, tell a story.
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavyThere's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghettiHe's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm ao drop bombs, but he keeps on fettin'
The song tracted to the intense rhythm he was aced to—a rap song with stros. The old folks were less impressed by the development style, but it's still a good song by their standards. Although they prefer ropositions, this one isn't bad. It has long lyrid strong positions that develop the songs in a good way.
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loudHe opens his mouth, but the words won't e outHe's chokin' how everybody's jokin' nowThe clock's run out, time's up, over, bo back to reality, ope, there goes gravity, opeThere goes Rabbit, he choked, he's so mad, but he won'tGive up that easy, no, he won't have itHe knows his whole back's to these ropes, it don't matter, he's dopeHe knows that, but he's broke, he's so stagnant, he knowsWhen he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it'sBack to the b again, yo, this old rhapsodyBetter go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him and
Billy took a breath and tinued spitting the lyrics of his song.
"That's rap. Hip hop," Jason Fox said.
"It is. Sihe '90s, it has been popurized, but this song is different," Peter Wolf said, the most modern of the fentlemen, even surpassing Spencer by 16 years. He to date with trends and had listeo some records of these songs.
yourself in the musicThe moment, you own it, you better never let it goYou only get one shot, do not miss your ce to blowThis opportunity es on a lifetime, yo
yourself in the musicThe moment, you own it, you better never let it go (go)You only get one shot, do not miss your ce to blowThis opportunity es on a lifetime, yo
You better
His soul's es' through this hole that is gapin'This world is mine for the takin', make me kingAs we move toward a new world orderA normal life is borin', but superstardom'sClose to postmortem, it only grows harderHomie grows hotter, he blows, it's all overThese hoes is all on him, coast-to-coast showsHe's known as the Globetrotter, lonely roadsGod only knows he's grown farther from home, he's no fatherHe goes home and barely knows his own daughterBut hold your nose, 'cause here goes the cold waterThese hoes don't want him no more, he's cold productThey moved on to the schmoe who flowsHe nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap operaIs told, it unfolds, I suppose it's old, part the beat goes onDa-da-dom, da-dom, dah-dah, dah-dah
The chorus, owo, one, and two, pyed forcefully again and again without stopping, but the way he sang was charming, even for the old folks, due to the power of his inspiring vocals.
yourself in the musicThe moment, you own it, you better never let it go (go)You only get one shot, do not miss your ce to blowThis opportunity es on a lifetime, yo
yourself in the musicThe moment, you own it, you better never let it go (go)You only get one shot, do not miss your ce to blowThis opportunity es on a lifetime, yo
You better
Names, I'ma ge what you call rageTear this motherfu' roof off like two dogs cagedI yin' in the beginnin', the mood all gedI've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stageBut I kept rhymin' and stepped right in the cypherBest believe somebody's payin' the Pied PiperAll the pain inside amplified by theFact that I 't get by with my o-fiveAnd I 't provide the right type of life for my family'Cause, man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapersAnd there's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my lifeAnd these times are so hard and it's gettin' even harderTryna feed and water my seed, plus teeter-tht up between being a father and a prima donnaBaby mama drama, screamin' ooo mue to wannaStay in one spot, another day of monotony'sGotteo the point I'm like a snail, I've gotTo formute a plot or end up in jail or shotSuccess is my only motherfu' option, failure's notMom, I love you, but this trailer's got to goI ot grow old in Salem's LotSo here I go, it's my shot, feet, fail me notThis may be the only opportunity that I got
yourself in the musicThe moment, you own it, you better never let it go (go)You only get one shot, do not miss your ce to blowThis opportunity es on a lifetime, yo
yourself in the musicThe moment, you own it, you better never let it go (go)You only get one shot, do not miss your ce to blowThis opportunity es on a lifetime, yo
You better
The song unfolded while the old folks made notes in a notebook. "It needs a piano. Billy has a piano, and he's a good poser. He crafted the melody for the first song and might have thought of the melody for the sed song. He's very talented," Spencer said.
"Bring him the synthesizer from the musi on the first floor," sky told Spencer, handing him the keys.
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