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amp.” When she gathered her hair into her hands and lifted it, Quinn again noticed the bruise under her jaw. Now it was a mottled purple-black. Then he saw two more marks on the back of her neck. They looked like fingerprints.
When Shan caught him staring at her, she dropped her hair. “Shouldn’t we get started?”
“Yup.” Quinn looked away as she went into the bathroom to wash the grime off her hands. Maybe she had a boyfriend who was into bondage, although it didn’t seem likely. She was a little too young and wide-eyed to be the whips-and-chains type.
Too young to be on her own, too. He wondered briefly what her story was, then pushed the thought away as Shan came back into the room. It was none of his business.
She took up her guitar. “What’ll we start with?”
Dan settled behind his drums, rapping a ska beat on the ride cymbal. “Let’s do something you feel comfortable with,” he said to Shan. “You’re the new kid.”
“Not for long,” Quinn said pointedly, “but we can start with a Dead tune. I assume you know ‘Friend of the Devil’?”
“Doesn’t everyone?” she laughed, picking out the opening guitar riff.
“Okay. I’ll sing lead. You and Ty shoot for three-part harmony on the chorus. I want to hear how you do with it.”
Shan went into the opening chords. When Quinn began to sing, his voice was strong and mellifluous. He used it like an instrument, easy and flowing. Shan paid close attention and joined in on the chorus, struggling to blend her voice with Ty’s deep baritone.
“Stop,” Quinn directed after a minute, holding up his hand. The music jangled to a halt. “You haven’t sung much with other people,” he said to Shan. It wasn’t a question.
She shook her head.
“Okay. Be quiet on the next verse. Danny, take the third vocal. I want her to hear how it’s supposed to sound.” They did another chorus, Dan’s voice merging easily with Quinn’s and Ty’s.
“Wow,” she breathed when they finished, “you guys sound fantastic!”
Quinn shrugged. “We’ve been doing it for a long time. And it’s harder to blend male and female voices in a harmony. They have different qualities. When it works, though, it’s powerful. And we’re going to make it work. Try it again.”
They went back into the same piece and she tried harder, emulating what she’d heard Dan do with his voice. After a few minutes, Quinn held up his hand again. “Better, but you still haven’t got it. You sing lead and I’ll harmonize. Listen to the difference.”
They went through it again and Quinn joined her on the chorus. He danced around her main melody, not competing with her voice, but enhancing it. She was shaking with excitement by the time they finished.
She wasn’t the only one. “Hot damn!” Ty yelled gleefully. “What a fucking sound! We’d better add some duets to the old repertoire.”
Quinn nodded. He wasn’t altogether displeased himself. They were good together, as he’d suspected they would be. “Right now she has to learn the playlist. You need a lot of work,” he said bluntly and Shan’s face fell. “You’re going to pick up most of the lead vocals, but there’s a few I’ll have to keep. They’re guy songs,” he added, “and Dan and Ty can handle the harmonies temporarily. Not long term, though, because it’s hard for Danny to sing and play drums.”
“But I don’t want to take the lead away,” she said. “You’re such a good singer.”
He nodded. “I am. I’m a good singer. A very good singer. But you ,” he reached out and tapped her lip lightly, “can be a great singer. And you will be, because I’m going to coach you.”
Dan rolled his eyes and Ty chuckled. “Here comes Quinntila the Hun,” Dan said, sending Shan a sympathetic look. “Better make sure you have your armor on.”
Four hours later, Quinn flipped the cover over his keyboard. “We can break for today.”
Dan stood and stretched, checking the clock. “Hey, my
When Shan caught him staring at her, she dropped her hair. “Shouldn’t we get started?”
“Yup.” Quinn looked away as she went into the bathroom to wash the grime off her hands. Maybe she had a boyfriend who was into bondage, although it didn’t seem likely. She was a little too young and wide-eyed to be the whips-and-chains type.
Too young to be on her own, too. He wondered briefly what her story was, then pushed the thought away as Shan came back into the room. It was none of his business.
She took up her guitar. “What’ll we start with?”
Dan settled behind his drums, rapping a ska beat on the ride cymbal. “Let’s do something you feel comfortable with,” he said to Shan. “You’re the new kid.”
“Not for long,” Quinn said pointedly, “but we can start with a Dead tune. I assume you know ‘Friend of the Devil’?”
“Doesn’t everyone?” she laughed, picking out the opening guitar riff.
“Okay. I’ll sing lead. You and Ty shoot for three-part harmony on the chorus. I want to hear how you do with it.”
Shan went into the opening chords. When Quinn began to sing, his voice was strong and mellifluous. He used it like an instrument, easy and flowing. Shan paid close attention and joined in on the chorus, struggling to blend her voice with Ty’s deep baritone.
“Stop,” Quinn directed after a minute, holding up his hand. The music jangled to a halt. “You haven’t sung much with other people,” he said to Shan. It wasn’t a question.
She shook her head.
“Okay. Be quiet on the next verse. Danny, take the third vocal. I want her to hear how it’s supposed to sound.” They did another chorus, Dan’s voice merging easily with Quinn’s and Ty’s.
“Wow,” she breathed when they finished, “you guys sound fantastic!”
Quinn shrugged. “We’ve been doing it for a long time. And it’s harder to blend male and female voices in a harmony. They have different qualities. When it works, though, it’s powerful. And we’re going to make it work. Try it again.”
They went back into the same piece and she tried harder, emulating what she’d heard Dan do with his voice. After a few minutes, Quinn held up his hand again. “Better, but you still haven’t got it. You sing lead and I’ll harmonize. Listen to the difference.”
They went through it again and Quinn joined her on the chorus. He danced around her main melody, not competing with her voice, but enhancing it. She was shaking with excitement by the time they finished.
She wasn’t the only one. “Hot damn!” Ty yelled gleefully. “What a fucking sound! We’d better add some duets to the old repertoire.”
Quinn nodded. He wasn’t altogether displeased himself. They were good together, as he’d suspected they would be. “Right now she has to learn the playlist. You need a lot of work,” he said bluntly and Shan’s face fell. “You’re going to pick up most of the lead vocals, but there’s a few I’ll have to keep. They’re guy songs,” he added, “and Dan and Ty can handle the harmonies temporarily. Not long term, though, because it’s hard for Danny to sing and play drums.”
“But I don’t want to take the lead away,” she said. “You’re such a good singer.”
He nodded. “I am. I’m a good singer. A very good singer. But you ,” he reached out and tapped her lip lightly, “can be a great singer. And you will be, because I’m going to coach you.”
Dan rolled his eyes and Ty chuckled. “Here comes Quinntila the Hun,” Dan said, sending Shan a sympathetic look. “Better make sure you have your armor on.”
Four hours later, Quinn flipped the cover over his keyboard. “We can break for today.”
Dan stood and stretched, checking the clock. “Hey, my
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