11
CAMPBELL
“What do you think about this?” Weston asked.
His fingers moved effortlessly across the keys. He pulled sound from the instrument in a way that I’d never encountered. Cosmere’s keyboardist, Michael, was good at keys, but Weston had a completely different ear. He wasn’t playing for mainstream music. He was just a professional who had done a lot of work. Thus, the sound was so much more dynamic.
“f**k, man. That’s it.”
“Are you sure?” Weston looked back at me. “I could do something like this.”
Then, he tried a slightly modified rhythm that I also liked, but it wasn’t quite right for this song.
“No, the first one. But hang on to the second. I have an idea for that one.”
“Okay. I’ll record it, and we can lay it over what we have so far.”
I nodded at Weston as he set up the
