Rock Star

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The small recording studio in Cambridge was filled with the hum of old equipment and the soft crackle of static in the air. Mary stood at the microphone, guitar in hand, her fingers resting on the strings. Her red curly hair framed her face, and her eyes flicked toward Jennifer behind the keyboard. Jennifer gave her a nod, a silent encouragement.

"Ready when you are," said Greg, the sound engineer, his voice crackling through the studio speakers. Greg had been with them since their very first session, always calm and steady.

Mary took a deep breath, feeling a rush of nervous energy. This wasn’t their first time in the studio, but it felt different today. They had been working on this song for weeks—tweaking the lyrics, changing the tempo, trying to capture something that felt just out of reach.

"Let’s give it everything we’ve got,” Mary said softly, mostly to herself, but loud enough for Jennifer and Jack, their drummer, to hear.

"You got it, girl," Jack said from behind the drum kit, twirling his sticks with a grin. He was always the upbeat one, the one who could keep spirits high even when they were all exhausted.

Jennifer adjusted her headphones and placed her hands on the keys. "On your cue, Mary."

Mary strummed the opening chords, soft and tender, letting the notes ring out in the small room. The melody was simple but had a haunting quality, a reflection of all the long nights they had spent on the road, playing to small crowds in Boston, dreaming of the big break. Her voice was low at first, just above a whisper.

The words floated through the air, delicate and filled with emotion. Jennifer’s keys came in next, soft but steady, adding layers to the sound. Jack tapped the cymbals lightly, his drumming restrained, almost hesitant, as if afraid to overpower the fragile beauty of the song.

Mary felt the familiar rush of adrenaline as she moved into the chorus. Her voice grew stronger, filled with determination.

As she sang, Mary felt a shift in the air, as if the room itself was alive with the music. The song wasn’t just words and chords anymore—it was a story, a journey. She could see it in Jennifer’s face as she played, her eyes closed, lost in the music. Jack’s drumming grew more confident, filling the room with a steady, driving beat. They were in sync, every note, every breath connected.

When they reached the bridge, Mary pulled back, letting her voice soften again. She glanced at Jennifer, who looked up from her keys with a smile. The bridge was Jennifer’s favorite part—it had been her idea to slow the song down, to let it breathe.

Mary sang softly, almost like a lullaby.

Jennifer’s keyboard swelled underneath her voice, rich and full. It was as if the whole world was waiting, holding its breath for that one moment.

And then came the final chorus. Mary let everything go, her voice soaring, filled with passion. Jack’s drumming was loud now, pounding like a heartbeat. Jennifer’s keys shimmered, bright and hopeful. Together, they built the song to its crescendo.

As the final note hung in the air, the room fell silent. Mary stood still, her hand hovering above her guitar strings. She didn’t want to break the moment. For a second, it was as if time itself had stopped.

Then Greg’s voice crackled through the speakers. "That... was magic."

Mary exhaled slowly, a smile breaking across her face. "Really?" she asked, her voice filled with disbelief and excitement.

"Really," Greg confirmed. "You’ve got something special here. I think this is the one."

Jennifer pulled off her headphones and rushed over to Mary, pulling her into a hug. "You nailed it! We all did!"

Jack came over too, drumming his sticks on his thighs. "I’ve got a good feeling about this one, guys."

Mary laughed, a mix of exhaustion and joy flooding through her. "I do too. It feels... right."

Greg walked into the studio, beaming. "I’m serious, this song has something. It’s not just a good song—it’s the kind of track that sticks with people."

"Do you think it could be our break?" Jennifer asked, her eyes wide with hope.

Greg nodded. "I’ve seen a lot of bands come through here, and I can tell you when something’s got that spark. This song has it."

Mary looked at Jennifer, then at Jack. They had been chasing this dream for so long, playing to half-empty rooms, writing songs in cramped apartments, scraping by for studio time. But now... now it felt like something had shifted.

She smiled, her heart full. "A song for the world," she repeated softly, the words hanging in the air. "I think it’s finally time."

The three of them stood together, a quiet sense of pride and anticipation settling over them. It wasn’t just about making music anymore. It was about finding their voice—and sharing it with the world.