Luke crossed his boots and gave the first line of the lyrics a go.
“You’ve got me thinking….” growled out across the room, against the rest of the sound. He looked up at me. “Thinking with what?” He grabbed his crotch.
“Ha ha.” It wasn’t a great comeback. Luke smirked and went back to growling out the rest of the first verse. It wasn’t the way I recorded the lyrics. I listened to what he was doing. It was better. It sounded rougher, more guttural, darker.
“That’s great, Luke,” I said.
“Yeah, should work.” Luke grinned. “This is going to make people listen.”
I looked over at Adam. The music coming from the keyboard sounded right.
Adam stopped playing and looked up. He looked excited. “Is that what you wanted?”
Noah leaned the guitar against the couch. “Shall we give it a go?”
I nodded. “I’ll do the harmonies. We’ll see how it sounds.” I looked over at Cole. “Drums.”
He fiddled with the laptop. The first few beats started up and he hit pause.
“Tell me when you’re ready.”
Luke flattened out the lyrics on his knees. Adam was ready at the keyboard. Noah picked up the guitar. We were about as ready as we were going to get.
“Go for it.” Cole hit play.
We went for it.
It sounded all right.
“Again?” asked Cole.
I nodded. We went for it again. Still sounded good. The lyrics came from Luke like deep dark smoke. Adam kept the keyboard down to just glowing coals. Noah on the guitar was all blues. I thought it sounded unbelievable.
“Time to record?” asked Cole. He held up his phone.
“Yep.” And we did it again. I flopped down on the couch beside Cole when we were finished. He hit play. The moment of truth.
I could hear the growl in Luke’s voice, the smoking coals of the keyboard, the laid-back guitar.
But overall it sounded like shit.
Cole hit pause around half way through the first verse and we sat there silently. Luke puffed out a breath, then rubbed his chin with his fist.
“And that’s why we have technology,” he said. He was right if we were going to see how this could sound we needed to record each track separately and layer them.
“You haven’t got anything on that thing with just the instrumental tracks?” Luke nodded at the laptop.
“Yeah, but it’s all me playing. You’ve already heard that,” I said.
There was nothing for it. We were going to have to do this properly. “I’ll go get the leads and the interface. We’ll do one track at a time.”
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Olivia Night's novels keep readers on the edge of their seats. Her first series,The Men of FTI takes place all over the world with Alpha men who will capture your heart.