Born To Shine

Born To Shine (17)

Chapter 17

I was singing in the sound booth, warming up to be precise. Shane and I had to get somewhere with our part of the song so we could all record it together.

I was singing in the sound booth, warming up to be precise. Shane and I had to get somewhere with our part of the song so we could all record it together.

He, at the moment, was distracting himself with the soundboard. After warming my voice up I exited the sound booth.

"Get back in there." He commanded. Giving a confused look I then re-entered the sound booth.

What does he want me to do now? He gave me a hard look and then pressed the intercom and spoke.

"Start singing." He said. I nodded and put the headphones back on. I then started to sing.

*

We kept singing, for how much time? I wasn't sure. My voice was beginning to get raspy but fortunately, it gave the words a better effect.

Shane didn't think so though, he kept on complaining.

"Ugh, why can't you get it perfect? Like I can?" He snapped whilst jamming his finger on the intercom.

I was just about time state he hadn't even sung yet but he repeated the backing track forcing me to sing again.

I was beginning to get really frustrated with him but pushed the feeling away. I carried on singing knowing I was perfectly in harmony it was only Shane who thought less of it.

After singing my part for maybe the 20th time he was more or less satisfied. I took the headphones off of my red mess of hair and then brushed it out of my way using my fingers. He was looking at me intensely and was scowling?

I prefer drunk Shane because he actually smiles and is straightforward. Even if he is all touchy-feely and flirty. It's better than a constantly intense glare or scowl. I exited the sound booth and grabbed my water bottle from the table and chugged down the water to resolve the hoarseness of my voice. After being satisfied I put the drink down.

There was just silence after that. There was an unknown thick tension in the air that was being to become uncomfortable. I heard Shane rise from his seat and open a door. I turned to see where he had gone and it was the sound booth. I was beginning to think that he had just left me here. I decided to then accompany a seat which was by the soundboard.

"Start the song." He demanded. I nodded, not looking at him and then put the backing track on. I then sat back on my chair and watched him sing. I hadn't really paid attention to him singing before so I would be able to tell whether he was all so 'perfect' or not.

He sang through most of the song when I detected a slight mistake. He had sung the wrong note. Figuring it was my job I stopped the backing track. He gave a first confused look than an annoyed one.

"What was that for?" He snapped. Sometimes I wonder if he would just be happy for once. I pity him. I pressed onto the intercom and answered him.

"You sang a wrong note. I just stopped it because then you wouldn't have to sing the song until the end and then again." I said calmly. He gave me an accusing look like it was my fault.

"Fine then restart the track and I'll make sure I won't sing a wrong note again." He said harshly. For some reason, I had a strong desire to roll my eyes at him. I was never like this.

"Okay," I muttered. I took my fingers off of the intercom and then restarted the backing track. I sighed, I was bored so I settled to listening to his voice.

His voice was smooth, alluring- beautiful even. He was talented and it made sense to why so many girls out there wanted a piece of him. But that was more about his looks, wasn't it? Yeah, he was decent looking in my eyes enough for any girl to go head over heels. But I knew that the chances of him settling down with a girl were slim. Unless he met someone who was meant for him.

I didn't let myself get too consumed into my thoughts because I didn't want him to get annoyed for not listening.

After a few more takes he and I were satisfied and we needed to now record the song together. For this, Matt was to be in charge of the soundboard. Shane and I stood in the sound booth only one metre apart. With the headphones once again on my mess of hair, the both of us started to sing.

It was surprising how much our voices meshed together. We were perfectly in harmony with each other and the backing track. Surprisingly we did it in one take.

"You guys are amazing together," Matt said with his hand pressed on the intercom. Shane snorted and I stayed normal.

"Yeah right," Shane muttered. He seemed highly annoyed and I bet it was because of me. Why? I have no idea.

"You too should do more duets together. It's a guaranteed hit." Matt said.

"Whatever Matt. I don't want anything more to do with her after this." He said venomously. I nearly flinched at his tone but resisted the urge to. I still didn't get why he had this pure hatred for me.

I'm sure I didn't do anything!

"You don't have to say that! You don't even know her." Matt defended. Why is he defending me?

And why are they acting as if am not even here?

"I know enough s**t about her."

"Oh really? And what is that?"

"She's a f*****g nuisance and doesn't deserve to be here. I don't know why the hell I am wasting my time on a thing like her when I have better f*****g things to do." He said and then stormed out. I just watched.

I felt tears threatening to water my eyes but I forbid them too. I wasn't going to cry over him or what he had said.

Sticks and stones may break my bones but names would never hurt me.

I took off my headphones and then exited from the sound booth and grabbed my guitar for that I was about to leave.

I was just about to and felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and faced Matt, he removed his hand and spoke.

"I'm sorry about Shane's behaviour towards you. He doesn't really hate you. I don't why he is like this maybe it is just something else and he is just using his anger against you. He's a great guy once you get to know him." He said sincerely. He knew about my sister Shane didn't, so he had sympathy for me.

I didn't want that.

"I'm fine really, don't worry about me. I'll just ignore what he said okay?" I said unconvincingly. I was glad that he didn't detect the hesitance in my voice. He gave me one of his winning smiles and then winked at me.

"You're a great person and I am happy that I have the chance to get to know you." He said and with that, he left the studio leaving alone.

*

"Are you sure you are alright?" Trisha asked for what it must've been the thousandth time. I had told her what had happened it felt wrong not too and I knew she would have found out anyways. She wanted to kick his ass for saying those things about me. I managed to stop her saying it was a waste of time and that I was alright.

Truth be told. I wasn't. I felt terrible. I wanted to cry for a week, scream out loud and punch something. I had too many feelings within me bottled up wanting to come out.

How much could a person take? There was only so much right? The pain had to go out one way or another which was something I was afraid of.

"Yeah, I'm alright," I replied softly. She gave me a look.

"C'mon Lizzie take the stilettos off!" She said. I didn't know why I was so reluctant too.

I guess I didn't want to be hurt again.

"I'm alright Trisha really. Don't worry about me I'm fine." I said.

"That's the problem I do worry about you. You are so quiet... it scares me, Lizzie, like something is going to happen to you and you wouldn't be able to cope..." she trailed. She was genuinely for me.

I gave her a small, half-hearted smile.

"I'll be alright. I have coped with things before so I can now." I reassured.

"I know but I'm here for you okay? Me and the guys." She said. I nodded.

"Talking about the guys how's it with Johnny?" I asked changing the subject. Trisha's cheeks reddened slightly.

"What do you mean?" She asked dumbly. I rolled my eyes at her.

"You know what I mean! Have you kissed yet?" I asked. Her cheeks reddened, even more, giving me the answer.

"Maybe..." she trailed.

"Spill it!" I demanded.

"Okay, okay we have..."

"And?"

"That's it..."

"What do mean? Nothing has happened since?" I asked.

"Well, we aren't a couple or anything..."

"Aww, do you like him?"

Trisha was about to deny but the look on her face said otherwise.

"Yeah, I guess..."

"I'll talk to him."

"No don't!" She urged.

"Don't worry I won't mention you like him. I'll just ask about him." I assured. She sighed in relief.

"Thank you, Liz." She said gratefully.

"No problem Trish," I replied.

I was happy to keep my mind off things. Even if it was only a few minutes.