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CAMPBELL
Music spoke to my soul.
It sounded cliché, but it was the goddamn truth. We were making magic in this studio. Even as disgruntled as Michael appeared, he couldn’t resist the allure of the new sounds we were producing. Something that Bobby Rogers was going to be salivating for as soon as he heard “Rooftop Nights.”
It was that big top 40 hit we hadn’t had last album. The one that you just had to tap your foot to and bob your head and dance and rave and lose yourself in. I was already losing myself to it.
And it was all about Blaire. About fireworks in the night sky and kissing under the starlight and dancing the night away. It wasn’t what had happened. The girl didn’t run in my version, but it was a hundred and ten percent the beautiful siren seated in the booth, watching me
