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Authors: Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
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eating my Danish.
“ And only original songs,” Matt announces, all exited. “No remake. It will be the album of the year!” He actually looks at Marcus and I while saying it. And his mate; he looks like he’s about to punch him. “We’re thinking an early fall release. Too late for next year’s Grammy nominations, but it gives us a whole year to drop single after single.”
Marcus looks my way with complete disbelief.
I raise up my tea cup. “ hwan-yeonghabnida [6] , ” I mouth. I almost fell off my chair when Kathie told me the news yesterday. I should really get him a cup of tea.
“ What?” he mouths back, and then, “This wasn’t the agreement. Ten to twelve songs. And the album was for next spring.” He turns to Matt. “Mate?” he asks him.
I get up for another Danish. Poor Marcus; why can’t he just get out of this? That’s right, he signed a contract. Welcome to show business!
“ Six months to write, compose and produce twenty original songs. That means we have to write about a hundred of them! I have an engagement in Dublin, Matt, and you knew that!”
“ I’m sure we can make this work. October first is still far away. Lucia is still the lead and has been pulled off any other projects for the time being,” Callia says.
They all turn to me as I ’m pouring myself more tea. Time to razzle dazzle them. I put a reassuring smile on and sit. Who got played now, Just Marcus? Matt is a dickhead and screwed us both. Deal with it!
“ I listened to two demos this morning. Lucia did a great job.” Beesly smiles like a proud mother. She walks over to them with my CD.
“ Thank you, Beesly,” I say, finishing my second Danish.
“ I thought you lost your voice,” Marcus tells me.
“ I just had nothing to say,” I tell him.
He gently grabs my arm and takes me away from the group. “How long have you known?” he whispers then lets go of my arms.
“ You mean that that friend of yours didn’t share his own concept?” I whisper back, caressing my arm. “It sucks doesn’t it? But don’t worry; this is far from over,” I smirk and quickly walk away from him.
“ Really, Lucia? This is how you’re going to play this one out?” he asks.
“ I guess so.” Yes, Marcus. Eat your humble pie. I ate a whole bakery worth yesterday. “Callia, is that my gift I see in the corner?”
“ Yes, honey. Come and get it.”
I pick up my huge gift box and glance at Marcus one last time. I feel almost bad for him – almost.
Marcus – The Chorus
I check my watch for the fourth time. Lucia is late. We were supposed to be auditioning for backup singers an hour ago but she never showed. Not that she hasn’t been acting like a total professional, if I’m not including today, but we don’t really talk. Correction: Lucia is not talking to me – like today. Where the bloody hell is she? She could at least have left me a message or returned all the ones I’ve left her. So, I find myself alone in the recording studio and so far only one singer has come for the audition. We were expecting at least twenty for today alone.
These four past weeks have been, for lack of a better word, hell. I ’ve tried to convince Matt to lower the amount of tracks for their album but had no success. We need to record at least three songs each month to meet the deadline of 1st October . We’re four weeks in and already behind schedule with only two confirmed songs. And neither of them were mine. The title song Lucia wrote was chosen right away by the band. After I completely changed the melody with Lee and rearranged orders of the vocals, we all agreed that it would be a great first single. We were off to a great start! Matt was beaming with pride because he got me here, Beesly was happy because Matt was happy and Lucia was hurt because, and I quote, “I changed her song to make it a gimmicky European pop ballad”. I didn’t care; all I could think was that
“ And only original songs,” Matt announces, all exited. “No remake. It will be the album of the year!” He actually looks at Marcus and I while saying it. And his mate; he looks like he’s about to punch him. “We’re thinking an early fall release. Too late for next year’s Grammy nominations, but it gives us a whole year to drop single after single.”
Marcus looks my way with complete disbelief.
I raise up my tea cup. “ hwan-yeonghabnida [6] , ” I mouth. I almost fell off my chair when Kathie told me the news yesterday. I should really get him a cup of tea.
“ What?” he mouths back, and then, “This wasn’t the agreement. Ten to twelve songs. And the album was for next spring.” He turns to Matt. “Mate?” he asks him.
I get up for another Danish. Poor Marcus; why can’t he just get out of this? That’s right, he signed a contract. Welcome to show business!
“ Six months to write, compose and produce twenty original songs. That means we have to write about a hundred of them! I have an engagement in Dublin, Matt, and you knew that!”
“ I’m sure we can make this work. October first is still far away. Lucia is still the lead and has been pulled off any other projects for the time being,” Callia says.
They all turn to me as I ’m pouring myself more tea. Time to razzle dazzle them. I put a reassuring smile on and sit. Who got played now, Just Marcus? Matt is a dickhead and screwed us both. Deal with it!
“ I listened to two demos this morning. Lucia did a great job.” Beesly smiles like a proud mother. She walks over to them with my CD.
“ Thank you, Beesly,” I say, finishing my second Danish.
“ I thought you lost your voice,” Marcus tells me.
“ I just had nothing to say,” I tell him.
He gently grabs my arm and takes me away from the group. “How long have you known?” he whispers then lets go of my arms.
“ You mean that that friend of yours didn’t share his own concept?” I whisper back, caressing my arm. “It sucks doesn’t it? But don’t worry; this is far from over,” I smirk and quickly walk away from him.
“ Really, Lucia? This is how you’re going to play this one out?” he asks.
“ I guess so.” Yes, Marcus. Eat your humble pie. I ate a whole bakery worth yesterday. “Callia, is that my gift I see in the corner?”
“ Yes, honey. Come and get it.”
I pick up my huge gift box and glance at Marcus one last time. I feel almost bad for him – almost.
Marcus – The Chorus
I check my watch for the fourth time. Lucia is late. We were supposed to be auditioning for backup singers an hour ago but she never showed. Not that she hasn’t been acting like a total professional, if I’m not including today, but we don’t really talk. Correction: Lucia is not talking to me – like today. Where the bloody hell is she? She could at least have left me a message or returned all the ones I’ve left her. So, I find myself alone in the recording studio and so far only one singer has come for the audition. We were expecting at least twenty for today alone.
These four past weeks have been, for lack of a better word, hell. I ’ve tried to convince Matt to lower the amount of tracks for their album but had no success. We need to record at least three songs each month to meet the deadline of 1st October . We’re four weeks in and already behind schedule with only two confirmed songs. And neither of them were mine. The title song Lucia wrote was chosen right away by the band. After I completely changed the melody with Lee and rearranged orders of the vocals, we all agreed that it would be a great first single. We were off to a great start! Matt was beaming with pride because he got me here, Beesly was happy because Matt was happy and Lucia was hurt because, and I quote, “I changed her song to make it a gimmicky European pop ballad”. I didn’t care; all I could think was that
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