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Authors: Mercy Amare
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recording I like using my Fender. It has an amazing sound… As it should, considering how much I paid for it.
“Let's lay down a clean guitar track,” Otto says. “Just simple rhythm. We can add the fancy stuff later.”
I smirk at him. “Oh, this isn't my first time in the studio.”
I put on my Bose headphones, and plug my guitar into the chord Otto hands me. Bridgett and Stephan are both staring at me in amazement. Alec, however, is watching Otto. We've both done this so many times that it's second nature to us.
I hear a click, and see the red light come on. I count to five in my head, and start playing, keeping it simple and clean.
A lot of musicians play by note, or scales, but I play by ear. I don't need anything when I play — just me and my guitar. I love playing. It's the best feeling in the world, and I’ve missed it.
After we put down the track, Otto seems very satisfied. “Good. Now, let's put down a temporary voice, and then we'll record the rest of the music.” He flips a switch, and another room lights up.
Inside the room, there is yellow foam on the wall. There is a single microphone in the room, and headphones are strung from the ceiling. It's not the most professional looking studio I've seen, but it's efficient. Once I'm inside and am situated, I signal at Otto, and he starts the track.
Time literally flies. Once I laid down my temporary voice, we finished the music. I got to play the drums, all the guitars, and the bass. Alec laid down a few piano tracks for me, but there were NO SPECIAL EFFECTS . Just me. I have to admit, just me sounds pretty damn good.
After we laid down the music, I recorded the lead vocals, then the back up and harmony vocals. Between the Red Bull, and being so pumped about being in the studio, I didn't even realize it was late. Bridgett is asleep on the couch, and Stephan is starting to nod off in the chair beside her. When I finish, it is nearly two in the morning.
“Can I listen?” I ask Otto, excitingly.
“Tomorrow,” he promises. “I'm going to mix it. I don't want you to hear it until it's perfect.”
“That's okay,” Alec says before I can protest. “Our rock star has to get to bed. She has school tomorrow.”
I roll my eyes. “Don't remind me.”
Saturday, October 25
10:34 AM
Lazy days are the best.
The week passes in a blur, and I feel like a walking zombie at school for the most part… But when I'm recording, I feel alive. I forgot just how much I missed playing music, and the fact that it’s actually my music makes it that much better.
I've laid down three tracks so far, and they sound amazing . I have to admit that Otto really knows his shit. And, I've learned, he has quite a sense of humor. Working with him is fun, and I will definitely record with him again.
Alec and Bridgett flew out late Friday night to go to LA. Alec has a meeting with his record label or something. I'm not sure why Bridgett went, but I sure was glad to have a day off… and to have the house to myself.
The camera crew was off for the weekend, which I couldn't be more thrilled about. A whole two days of not having to fix my hair, or make up! When I wake up, I throw my hair up in a messy bun and put on a pair of green sweatpants and a pink tank top.
Lazy days are the best . And I got to sleep in until almost eleven. SCORE .
I am lying on my couch, flipping through the channels, when I hear a voice.
“Nice hair.”
I look up to see Stephan smiling at me. He's been here so much that he doesn't knock anymore. I want him to always feel welcome.
“I think I'm going to watch Vampire Diaries . They have it on Netflix. You know there is a vampire on the show named Stephan. I wonder if he's as hot as you.”
“I doubt it,” he says, sitting down beside me.
“Me too,” I agree.
“So… we have the whole house to ourselves?”
“Yep.”
“So we don't have to worry about being quiet.”
I roll my eyes, and pretend to be annoyed. I don’t want
“Let's lay down a clean guitar track,” Otto says. “Just simple rhythm. We can add the fancy stuff later.”
I smirk at him. “Oh, this isn't my first time in the studio.”
I put on my Bose headphones, and plug my guitar into the chord Otto hands me. Bridgett and Stephan are both staring at me in amazement. Alec, however, is watching Otto. We've both done this so many times that it's second nature to us.
I hear a click, and see the red light come on. I count to five in my head, and start playing, keeping it simple and clean.
A lot of musicians play by note, or scales, but I play by ear. I don't need anything when I play — just me and my guitar. I love playing. It's the best feeling in the world, and I’ve missed it.
After we put down the track, Otto seems very satisfied. “Good. Now, let's put down a temporary voice, and then we'll record the rest of the music.” He flips a switch, and another room lights up.
Inside the room, there is yellow foam on the wall. There is a single microphone in the room, and headphones are strung from the ceiling. It's not the most professional looking studio I've seen, but it's efficient. Once I'm inside and am situated, I signal at Otto, and he starts the track.
Time literally flies. Once I laid down my temporary voice, we finished the music. I got to play the drums, all the guitars, and the bass. Alec laid down a few piano tracks for me, but there were NO SPECIAL EFFECTS . Just me. I have to admit, just me sounds pretty damn good.
After we laid down the music, I recorded the lead vocals, then the back up and harmony vocals. Between the Red Bull, and being so pumped about being in the studio, I didn't even realize it was late. Bridgett is asleep on the couch, and Stephan is starting to nod off in the chair beside her. When I finish, it is nearly two in the morning.
“Can I listen?” I ask Otto, excitingly.
“Tomorrow,” he promises. “I'm going to mix it. I don't want you to hear it until it's perfect.”
“That's okay,” Alec says before I can protest. “Our rock star has to get to bed. She has school tomorrow.”
I roll my eyes. “Don't remind me.”
Saturday, October 25
10:34 AM
Lazy days are the best.
The week passes in a blur, and I feel like a walking zombie at school for the most part… But when I'm recording, I feel alive. I forgot just how much I missed playing music, and the fact that it’s actually my music makes it that much better.
I've laid down three tracks so far, and they sound amazing . I have to admit that Otto really knows his shit. And, I've learned, he has quite a sense of humor. Working with him is fun, and I will definitely record with him again.
Alec and Bridgett flew out late Friday night to go to LA. Alec has a meeting with his record label or something. I'm not sure why Bridgett went, but I sure was glad to have a day off… and to have the house to myself.
The camera crew was off for the weekend, which I couldn't be more thrilled about. A whole two days of not having to fix my hair, or make up! When I wake up, I throw my hair up in a messy bun and put on a pair of green sweatpants and a pink tank top.
Lazy days are the best . And I got to sleep in until almost eleven. SCORE .
I am lying on my couch, flipping through the channels, when I hear a voice.
“Nice hair.”
I look up to see Stephan smiling at me. He's been here so much that he doesn't knock anymore. I want him to always feel welcome.
“I think I'm going to watch Vampire Diaries . They have it on Netflix. You know there is a vampire on the show named Stephan. I wonder if he's as hot as you.”
“I doubt it,” he says, sitting down beside me.
“Me too,” I agree.
“So… we have the whole house to ourselves?”
“Yep.”
“So we don't have to worry about being quiet.”
I roll my eyes, and pretend to be annoyed. I don’t want
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