Becky shook her hands and took a deep breath. She was dressed in her favorite leather mini
skirt and green short sleeve shirt with a V neck. The black boots she wore were her favorite kind,
covering her legs up to just below her knees. She absently played with her long, teased hair. The butterflies in her stomach were going crazy. This was a big day, not only in her career, but personally.
She was going to meet the band Black Ice, and actually sing with them! It would also be the first time in
months since she had seen Michael Lowrance at the Grammy’s. Her heart sped up like a racing train at
the thought of it.
“Ashley Beth, they are ready for you.” The receptionist behind the counter pointed to her left. Becky took a deep breath and walked down the hallway, going through the door on the right,
with her mother right behind her. Becky didn’t want her mom there with her. After all, she was 17,
almost 18 and didn’t feel she needed a chaperone anymore. But her mother was very insistent and Becky
figured she will be an adult in just a few months, and then she can do whatever she wanted.
Becky and her mother walked into the studio. “Ashley! Great to see you again.” Michael flashed a smile that reached his eyes and he held out his hand as soon as he saw her. She shook his hand and felt that same electricity that she felt the night of the Grammy’s. Her stomach churned and she was glad it was loud in the room with the other band members tuning up their instruments.
“Great to see you too. Please, call me Becky. Ashley Beth is my stage name.” She explained
when she saw the confused look on Michael’s face. “Michael, this is my mom and manager, Felicia.”
Becky introduced her mother who was standing behind her.
“Nice to meet you. You can have a seat in the control booth if you like. We only allow the artists
in the studio.” Michael showed Becky's mom the door to the control booth, where she then made herself
comfortable by the window to watch.
“How about you meet the rest of the band before we get started?" Michael nodded toward the rest of the band in the room.
Becky couldn’t tear her eyes away from his. She had to clench her hands together to keep them from shaking too much. She loved how blue his eyes were; it was like getting lost in the blue ocean. She could drown in that vast ocean of his eyes forever. When he smiled, his eyes twinkled and her heart melted. And
his hair- she just wanted to reach up and run her hands through his long hair. When she was standing
near him, his scent, a mixture of cologne and cigarette smoke, intoxicated her. Her knees grew weak. She had never felt like this before. Sure she had crushes before, but those were harmless, baby crushes. This seemed like so much more than a crush. She wasn’t sure what she was feeling, but it threw her for a loop.
She met and shook hands with the other band members: Tim Miller, the cute bass player, Aaron
Diamond who was amazing on drums, Matthew Kenny, who played chords on the guitar like she had
never heard before, and Jeff Jordan, the lead singer of the band whom she would be singing with.
Jeff helped to calm her nerves. He was so easy to talk to and very laid back and easy going. He
joked around, making Becky laugh through her nervousness. It also helped that she wasn’t working
one on one with Michael. If she were, there would be no way she would be able to sing well and hold
it together. Jeff asked her questions about what she had worked on, her albums, her voice range. She
wasn’t surprised he didn’t know her music, but she was surprised Michael did when he piped up a few
times about her voice and her songs.
“You have an amazing voice.” Michael came up to talk to her during a break in recording.
Immediately self conscious, Becky smiled shyly. “Thank you.” Why on Earth was she being so shy
for? It wasn’t like her. She normally was a very outspoken, outgoing person, but being anywhere near
Michael made her feel so self conscious.
“What made you pick me for this duet? You could have had your choice of any female artist.”
Becky felt her face flush as she asked the question. What was it about him? His amazing and intoxicating
scent? The way his eyes shined when he spoke to her? His nice, firm ass when he bent down? Now
Becky was horribly blushing. What has gotten into her? She couldn’t keep her wits about her.
“You were our pick. You don’t realize how good you are? You have incredible talent. Any artist
would find it an honor to work with you.” Michael put one foot on the chair and leaned his elbow on his
leg, watching her with intrigue. It just made Becky even more nervous.
“I don’t really consider myself that wonderful I guess. I just sing. That’s all. Just doing what I love
to do.” She twisted a piece of her hair around her finger.
“But you are so much better than ones like Madonna. You are a great role model for girls. You
don’t go stripping or stupid crap like that.” Aaron commented, walking up to Becky while twirling his drumsticks. Aaron was a handsome man with long black hair and brown expressive eyes. Becky
immediately felt comfortable with him from the time she met him. One could almost see his big heart
just by looking at him.
“Thanks. I really appreciate that.” Becky shifted her feet. Was it getting warm in there? She
glanced back at the control booth and saw her mom’s expression. Her heart sank. She could only
imagine what she was thinking.
“Alright kiddos, let’s get back to work!” Jeff entered the room, a black bandana on his head,
holding back his blond hair. He wore jeans that had more holes in them than a golf course, old tennis
shoes, and a blue t shirt. As nervous as Becky was, it only seemed to be because of her seeming crush
on Michael. She got along really well with the band, especially Jeff, who joked around with her between
takes, and sometimes during takes. He got her laughing pretty easily, sometimes to the point she could
barely sing. As the day went on, she lost her anxiety and self consciousness, and let loose, even talking
to Michael in between takes while looking him in those baby blues.
Becky was actually quite happy it was going to take several days to record the song, as she
didn’t want it to end. It was the most fun she had recording a song, and the most comfortable she had
ever felt with any artist. Whoever said rock bands were bad tempered didn’t know a thing about Black
Ice. Not only did she get along with them, but they got along well with each other. She was pretty sad
once the song was recorded. She wasn’t sure when she would see them again.
***I feel like this scene needs to be longer. I was trying to establish that Becky feels very comfortable with the band from the start, outside of her nervousness because of her crush on Michael. I wanted to establish that she becomes friends with these men and they have a great time recording the song. However, I'm wondering if it's too short/quick? Maybe I need to add in some dialogue between Becky and Jeff to establish a good working relationship? Something to think about and work on. Thoughts??
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