n Jerry Wrexler's rented car, today, Wednesday was the day Billy had to deliver the five songs, including Axel's single - "Celebrate Life." All fields were recorded without dey. The good fortune encer's knowledge of most songs, which allowed for an acceptable rec of the first five songs and glimpses of the other two songs, a surprise: "Seven Nation Army" by The White Stripes and “t Eastwood" by Gorilz.

  Two songs that ented in the ranks, Agustina's timid fangs stood out as she admired Billy.

  -Kid, I'm impressed by your musical progress, -- said Jerry Wrexler at the wheel. He decided to drive to reminisce about old times. With the man in the car window, his elbow out, the hot wind on his face. -- You must tih the musical exercises. You were good, but you need more work, a lot of work. You get tired after thirty minutes of singing, and you have to rest for the same amount of time it takes you to sing. I'll give the correal nurse some tea bags for you to drink along with some special antibiotics, vitamins, and other things. They cost a fortune, girl. Every day you'll go after breakfast and before bedtime. Don't hit anyone, and take care of your physical health if there are fights in prison, - said Jerry Wexler.

  As the five minutes began, a new discussion about the many duties and responsibilities Billy should sider, seventy years of experience poured into a y-mirip. Agustina just ughed quietly at Jerry's strong, anized character, who wahe best for his son.

  -Thank you, Jerry, I'll be cautious, but I have to watch out. The guys in the correal facility are crazy, and for now, they have my back, but you know how these things are, - said Billy.

  Jerry nodded.

  -That kid or, Spencer mentioned he's been following you, - said Jerry.

  -Yeah, he's the oh the tacts. His brothers, cousins, and friends are in the correal facility. He's from a family of troublemakers, drunkards, thieves, drug dealers, and thugs, - said Billy.

  -Tell him that whes out, he should let you know. We'll pick him up. He'll be your drummer, and beyond that, he should keep practig. You have six months left in prison. As a minor, you 't be sentenced for more than a year. I hope to get you out in three, before Christmas, son, - said Jerry Wexler.

  -Thank you, sir. I hope my music will be on the radio by the weekend, - said Billy.

  -It will be, it will be, boy. We already have the demos. I'll send them to Atnta Records and Warner Records. We'll ask them to py a series on all the radio stations we have agreements with, many agreements, with at least thirty stations. Only sihere's this ne. We'll upload two singles, one in Spanish and one in English. We'll ask the audience, record bels, and passersby about the impact of your music. Although you hide it, you have a boy's voice, but it will improve. Find your tone, your voice tone, aablish a range, - said Jerry Wexler.

  -Thank you, Mr. Wrexler, - said Billy, notig his mother's prompting expressions.

  -Boy, my thanks are earned. Behave yourself, and keep practig and training. Build your image. If yoing to get tattoos, make sure they're in a cssy pce. When you get out of jail, I'll have you undergo a drug test. I hope you're . You better be , or I'll send you to a rehabilitation ic for a year and suspend the tract, - said Jerry Wrexler, with total anger, abhorrence... not towards Billy, but towards many others, including all the musis who had been ed in the drug-ied world of music. Jerry's policy was ns; they were bad and a social satire created to destroy lives.

  At oime, he read that it was an iion, initially produced to torture enemies. A little bit of that led people to madness, loosening their tongues in psychological torture, and making them paranoid. In other cultures, they were more of a sacred spiritual jourhat couldn't be usurped frequently by the more cultured individuals, shamans, or unity elders.

  A silence fell in the red Mazda 1995 car, an old model. Jerry had it washed as soon as he received it due to the dark background of the situation. It was somewhat i, somewhat misuood by the ge in attitude. He touched a nerve, and just a sed ter, Jerry put on a song on the radio, a station pying tunes from the '80s and '90s, more focused on jazz and rock. Beyond that, the imposing prison loomed with its thick bars, numerous doors, and dozens of guards inside and outside the prison. Nothing friendly, but it was better, more than anything, it was a y, obvious against the prison's problems, gangs, and even some police officers reacted at the slightest movement of any kind, although they didn't hit, they were alert like wet cats.

  -It's time for you to get off, son. You must be careful, - said Jerry, bidding farewell to Billy, who was...

  -Yes, sir, - said Billy, a on trait in his dialect.

  They got out of the car, Agustina was atteo some trivialities, but there weren't many words left. Jerry mentiohat he was the bad guy, and she would be the good one; what mattered was the retionship between her son and her. Jerry was a maniputor, thought Agustina.

  -See you on Saturday m, - said Agustina, starting the versation. -- We have more time for ourselves. I hope my receptionist job goes well, but I have health insurance, and I enrolled you in my pn. We get free orthodontid a general check-up every two months, where everything is checked, I even made pns to improve life insurance, - she said.

  -Sounds amazing, I've needed braces for two years, - said Billy.

  -I know, incredible how everything starts to fall into pce. It's best to stop w at the bar, with aring at you every time you bend over, without the danger of going out at night, a stable job. How hard I fought for this, I'm so happy, - said Agustina.

  Billy smiled with his white teeth.

  -I look forward to the Christmas dinner, a big turkey, those spicy beer sausages you make, potato sad, and dulce de leche, ma, - said Billy.

  -I'll bring it week. I'm doing well, we'll have Turkey Day; I'll bring a giant turkey and hats. We'll celebrate Turkey Day; we missed it st year because we were w, but it's nothing, ihan five days, we'll have the annual Turkey Day party, - said Agustina.

  Approag the door with a lot of dotation, Jerry had taken care of everythii. The legal strategy was different from what a on wyer would do. It was a teique not many worked on, teral thinking, finding a third way out to solve problems. They walked, the cold arrived, only one corridor resent, and as soon as they ehe facility, the air ditioning lowered, and in some parts, there was none. Only open windows.

  -Remember that I love you, - said Agustina. Billy was already dressed in his iire; the permission was extended, but the one would be in the ing months, perhaps in three months on his release, they could have another rec session, a longer one, for a month, re-rec the albums this time with a better rec. Something that had to be done. Billy hoped that in the ing months, but it's a thought he doesn't voice out loud, he only lives with the weight. A burden that bothers, him is to reach fame, that his music is known, and that he live peacefully in a in a big forest. Maybe in Id, ada, reennd, a pce that requires supreme caution.

  -I love you too, mother, - said Billy, kissing his mother on the forehead.

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