The music studio was entering what could be termed a drowning period, almost with desperation. The st rec hours, coupled with accumuted fatigue, sighat nobody was willing to endure further. Between one frustration and another, everyone's reas became more desperate, intense, and potent.
-The atmosphere is a bit heavy, - said Agustina, feeling the steami of the room. But she was so happy that she fot the stress of over ten hours of rec. They had been going for two secutive days, and the st day was dragging on uhe insistence of the music producers to make a more musical rec, guided by a joint rec, at least of the best songs.
-A bit, - said Billy, his throat hurting. The ice he held in his hand, along with the honey-infused herbal tea he sipped to refresh his voice, offered some relief. The addition of a bassist to the musis to py a few chords meant they must be payio endure such crap, Billy thought, as he took a deep breath after two days of non-stop singing.
-Your throat hurts a lot. I'll buy some sea salt; we'll do nebulization and salt gargles so that the pai linger for too long, - Agustina said, adjusting her bag.
Billy stopped her. - Stay. -
-Now, my little one, e, let Mama help you, let her pamper you. You know, even though we didn't have time to celebrate your birthday, and Jerry's denial of letting you eat chocotes because they're not throat-friendly, I thought ing your favorite food, a delicious chi and spinach sagna and lemon dessert, - said Agustina.
-I've liked your songs, and I'm very intrigued by the joyful ts you make, although the st one you belted out scared me a bit, - said Agustina, taking notes of Billy's vocals, like formidable explosions of power.
The band behind Billy had to stay strong, pying over and over, following Billy's lead. Billy slept on his mother's p while she cradled his head, paying close attention to her son's voice, which echoed through the room, curious and tranquil, she bought some new rock albums, she liked the old authors, but the new ones weren't that bad. With her impartial view, her son was the best rock singer she had heard; he was the best, undoubtedly. The others were just ordinary folks doing pyback.
-Wake up, kid, we o do the final take. I think we're all tired, and the st song has given us some trouble, - said Jerry Wexler.
-I'm awake, old man, - said Billy.
Jerry did a quick turn. - In five minutes, we started. Rest up; you have enough time to stretch, and grab something to eat or drink. The one is the st for today, and at least until this little one visits us again, - Jerry announced.
Billy psyched himself up to sing the song; luckily, it demanded vocal prowess, but not excessively, just a few high hat could be managed with some work.
-I'm hungry! - said Billy.
-Then, I heard it's bad to sing before eating; preparing a meal may not be healthy, - Agustina respoo the medical demands.
-e on, Mom, now I feel like having some water; maybe some of that pasta you made! It was delicious! I prefer the tomato a empanadas you made st Saturday, - said Billy, stretg.
-ime. Lately, I haven't had time to cook, - Agustina said, feeling disheartened, walking to the door. If the boy wao eat, it was because he was hungry, and w on a full stomach was a bad idea.
Sugar Egg grabbed a beer while the hired bassist smoked a cigarette in the venieore door. Both rested from the music's rhythm. Sugar Egg was saying something to Spencer, who nodded appreciatively, which made Billy chuckle. Billy grabbed a bottle of cold water; the pasta had a spicy fvor because of the tomato and hot sauce.
-The only thing that bothers me is that they're too old for you, - said Agustina, fag the television.
-Mother, that's the least of my s. Many of them are repceable extras, except for Speo whom I owe a debt. They are all expendable. For now, all I care about is rec the songs and finishing high school. There's a home study program, a bit more expehan some, but there are state-certified teachers, and I take exams. I only need a minimum to graduate, and, well, the diploma es with another exam, but as long as my SAT and my past csses exceed the minimum of 6.5, I graduate, - said Billy.
Agustina looked closely at her son. - You've matured. I support you studying at home, but promise me you'll graduate. Now I'm fully fident that you won't need me to live. -
The song is "Teenager" by Bck Paradise.
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They're gonna up your looksWith all the lies in the booksTo make a citizen out of youBecause they sleep with a gunAnd keep an eye on you, sonSo they watch all the things you do
Because the drugs never workThey're gonna give you a smirk'Cause they got methods of keeping you They're gonna rip up your headsYour aspirations to shredsAn in the murder mae
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Of all the songs, this one was the most irreverent, carrying poetitent about how people's dark hearts were nurtured for a dawn of madness. The repression of life was hidden behind the mask of sense, an iy that thrilled people as a protest against social .
Every time Billy sang, listeo, or pyed it, it was about a day juring good takes and good songs, and trary to stories, o joy. Because it wasn't depressive; it was an anthem against the decy of young people seeking the so-called freedom of life.
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They said, "All teenagers scare the livin' shit out of me"They could care less as long as someone bleedSo darken your clothes, or strike a violent poseMaybe they'll leave you alone, but not The boys and girls in the cliqueThe awful hat they stick
You're never gonna fit in much, kidBut if you're troubled and hurtWhat you got under your shirtWill make them pay for the things that they did
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Agustina frow the mentions of her father, though Billy said it was his allegory, hopeful. The magnifice of the song was the powerful chorus Billy depicted, of a group of rebels dang, whining, and ughiedly, while everyone dao and from. Even the animals followed suit, all in bd white.
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They said, "All teenagers scare the livin' shit out of me"They could care less as long as someone'll bleedSo darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
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They said, "All teenagers scare the livin' shit out of me"They could care less as long as someone'll bleedSo darken your clothes, or strike a violent poseMaybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
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He tio reend the anthem, pushing to rationalize life as a forceful thrust against what bothered, like a colorful star illuminating those who o awaken as if the future were relieving itself. A new idea, the future of all youth.
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All together now!"Teenagers scare the livin' shit out of me"They could care less as long as someone bleedSo darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
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Billy's voice began to sound clearer, stronger, like a limit that happened suddenly, a great song that silenced, like a cloud that wouldn't clear the sky.
Status. –
Billy Carson.
Singing: (1/160) Level 5: Music Prodigy: Your singing surpasses the limit of ordinary people.
Piano: (6/20) Level 2. Novice
Guitar: (17/20) Level 2. Novice
Rating: Global.
2’345.340/8,340.000
Numbers: Followers.
19,993.
Songs:
Like Stone.Celebrate Life…Love yourself.Enemy.Seven Nation Army – White StripesSomewhere Only We Know – Keane.t Eastwood – Gorilz.Jimmy World – The Middle.'t Stop – Red Hot Chili Peppers.Teenager – My Chemical Romance.Chop Suey! – System of a Down.Be Yourself – AudiosveIn Too Deep – Sum 41....
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-I like this song, another hit, - said Jerry Wrexler, dang to the powerful beginning of the song, which sparkled with hope.
-Yes, if he performs this at a cert, it's very likely to drive the crowd crazy. The Vans ed Tour is in October and November. We'll at least ehe st two dates. Our best opportunities are that cert and, well, maybe, based on the success of the album, some renowned artist might let him be their opening act, - said Jerry Wexler.
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Billy finished with a smile on his face.
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