In the rec studio in Arizona, the rec of an album taining nothing but good songs was underway. However, his fellow bandmates weren't measuring up, except for Spehe drummer was good; he had good trol of the drums. However, he didn't pare to the genius of Spencer, who could portray the songs perfectly, as Billy desired. For instahe guitar in "Like a Stone" o be skillful to achieve the relevant sound. It was certain that Spencer had been practig for a long time.

  -Let's take a break. We'll do it the same way as 20 days ago; Billy will record separately, and you guys will adapt to the track. If I see that the song still has deficies, we'll make adjustments in produ. However, we'll likely record the take separately, - said Jerry. Josh Robert nodded as he sat down with a sugar egg to take notes of the possible arras.

  Sugar egg had improved immensely, much to Billy's surprise. He probably practiced the top five songs like a possessed man t the drums to where Billy desired. Sugar Egg was known by the name Ja, ironically different from all the known names being niames. The closest was Jack, although he doubted his name was Jack.

  Billy's mother was w; being a weekday, he was alone iudio, revisiting the tracks. They were expeg to take notes for "t Eastwood," which required a smooth guitar and some drums, followed by pying "In Too Deep."

  That was the agenda for these days.

  -Billy, are you ready with the song? - asked Jerry.

  -Yes, I make some sounds that I want to go at the beginning of the song before the drums e in, - asked Billy.

  Josh Rave the OK with his extended hand.

  Upoering the studio, Billy used his mimig ability, the phoic scream of Billy, simir to a monkey perhaps, to a distant scream, followed by a mockery, deep. In his mind, he felt the drums e in as if it were normal.

  -Uhuhuuhuh. -

  The song curiously fit with Billy's life. However, this time, instead of transf into a rap that hits hard in every verse, the vocalization was slower, along with a more rhythmic chorus.

  What the song produced in him was ecstasy, nothing greater than the ecstasy of liberation, falling on a parachute, millions of kilometers high, above the stratosphere, watg the sunrise, and falliers away from the correal facility, while the guards watched him with their mouths open for the dariure, or sailing on a motor raft while enjoying a game e.

  The madness of the song was ay that expressed, in the exquisiteness of the inplete, the joy of living daily.

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  I ain't happy, I'm feeling gdI got sunshine in a bagI'm useless, but not for loure is ing on

  I ain't happy, I'm feeling gdI got sunshine in a bagI'm useless, but not for loure is ing onIt's ing onIt's ing onIt's ing on

  YeahHa, ha!

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  The beginning was more melodic, followed by an obvious rap-rock; the music was simply strange, but it hit every se.

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  Finally, someo me out of my ow, time for me is nothing, 'cause I'm ting no ageNow, I couldn't be there, now you shouldn't be scaredI'm good at repairs and I'm under eaareIntangible! Bet you didn't think, so I and you toPanoramic view, look, I'll make it all manageablePid choose, sit and lose all your different crewsChicks and dudes, who do you think is ki' tunes?

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  While Billy sang, Jerry once again knocked against the song, an obvious cssiposed by Billy, almost produced. It had the spark of a star lost in his thoughts.

  -If he has to go to jail to produce such good songs, it's a miracle that not all prisoners are global successes, - Jerry thought.

  Spencer, simirly, nodded in surprise at his student's music, which cked the education he had. If he had been dedicated to musi childhood, he would surely be three times better than he is now.

  It was incredibly good, almost bringing tears to his eyes, for the sadness of the song. Are young people's thoughts so plex and strong? As if tomorrow held doubts, Spencer could see a su, falling, suspended in the air, while everything happened, a creation of moments, millions of years of humanity to see a perfect sunrise. Like a shooting star, a meteor crashing into a city and leaving everyone speechless, he brushed the dirt off his clothes, only walking to the disbelief of the people.

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  Picture you gettin' down in a picture tubeLike you lit the fuseDo you think it's fial, or mystical? Maybe!A spiritual, hero earsIn you to clear your view when you're too crazyLifeless, to those the definition of what life isPriceless to you, because I put you on the hype shitDo you like it?Gun smokin' righteous with ookeYou're psychic among thosePossess you with one go

  I ain't happy, I'm feeling gdI got sunshine in a bagI'm useless, but not for loure is ing on

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  The caloric expenditure of the song remained heavy and painful. But now he could e.

  -So, what did you think? - asked Billy.

  -Excellent, young man. We'll do some takes to see how the instruments adapt, and we'll pray that they fit the seque would be a shame to ruin such a song because of a couple of bad drum entries, - said Josh, delivering a fatal blow to poor Ja, who scratched his bald head i. He felt humbled; the vocalist reae hitting every note like Mike Tyson in his glory days, and the guitarist was a metrohat never missed a beat, pying the piano, trumpet, violin, and bass.

  -Where did they e from? - Ja had spent his whole life behind a drum kit, pying to the point where he khe songs of many famous bands. He had never felt so diminished. But this was his opportunity; he could see the shihe fame of being a drummer, and the mohat could e with it if he dedicated himself to the songs. Slow songs weren't his preference. He would surprise everyone when he showed how well he could handle "Chop Suey"; he had a special knack for it because of the rhythms that were familiar to him.

  -I'll do everything I , - said Sugar Egg, taking his pce behind the drums.

  Settling into the drum kit, Spencer expined, with some notes pyed by Spencer, his drum notes, a guide that listed how and when the drums had to do their part to deliver a strong or soft hit. It was a brilliant guide Spencer had made for almost all the songs, except for a few where he still o ask Billy about the more plicated artistise, like "Teenager" and "'t Stop."

  The drumming was good; Ja restrained himself as much as he could and followed the rhythm, although he was off by 1/8, whi music was signifit. With Josh Roibert's editing work, it was more than easy to blend the song to give it a suffit refrain. Spencer followed, softly pying the guitar perfectly in this song.

  The trast between Spencer and Ja was that one had plenty of fidence, and the other didn't have much. Only his hard work and the privacy of the pce gave him space to interpret the song perfectly.

  -Do you think they do the song iake? - asked Josh Roibert.

  -Not for now. We have little time, and the album must be perfect. The chemistry isn't right, and they need more time to adapt, - said Jerry, giving the drummers time to practice.

  -Well, it's my turn. I like this one a bit more, - said Billy, testing the song. "In Too Deep" by Sum 41.

  He would record all the songs over and ain while the others used the days when Billy was in the correal facility to perfect the music of the album, package it, and release it by July 18th. The 2000s era tio have a strong influen rock, with several emerging bands, some still active, and music was at its peak. However, he khat eleic music, pop, rap, and balds would be prioritized in the ing years.

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  At the state correal facility for dangerous criminals, or pyed the drums over and ain. He was the only person who khat Billy was rec an album that would start to be released, and he knew he could be repced if he didn't hurry to practice. He pyed almost 18 hours a day, in his mind, in his small room uhe yoke of darkness, while they exercised, practiced over and ain, with the iy of a hundred men.

  His destiny was the drums; without them, there would be nothi.

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