" Justin how ya feeling?" Carin came and sat next to me on the leather couch i was laying down on, the poofy black cushions made a squeak like noise when she sat down.
"Same as always.." my words mumbled together because my cheek was squished up against the couch, distorting my words.
"Oh." She immedatily took her hands off me and put them by her side. Scooter barged in through the light oak wood swinging door, accidently hitting his hip on the giant keyboard of the recording studio.
"OW! ow ow ow ow.." He rubbed his hip then looked up, remembering what he came in for. "Justin! This upcoming song writer wants to talk to you! He'll be here in like 10 minutes."
"Smmmmhizzle." My cheek got minor rug burn from sticking to the leather couch, i could feel my upper lip being pulled to the right, probably giving me a wierd fish face. "Huh? Okay Justin.." Scooter grabbed his hip and walked out, saying explectives about his hip.
"Justin... Could you cheer up a little bit?" Carin pulled my hair off my face, I hadn't gotten in a hair cut. No one noticed, they thought i was trying to regrow the bieber hair again. I put on a sarcastc cheesy smile, and Carin frowned.
"Fine then.." Carin got up, pushed a spinning black chair that was in her way into the recording booth desk. I just watched the bright lever, buttons and the other music making things on the keyboard, Then the dark red walls, then the black tiles, then at the glass-walled booth 10 feet away from me. With nothing, absouletly NOTHING going through my brain, dead wieght.
'JUSTIN YOU READY?" Ryan G came in with his usual Ryan G crazy enthusiam.
"Hmm." I didn't move. Not one muscle. A tall, white, hispter looking guy came in.
"Hi Justin, Im Ernie." Ernie was wearing a pale yellow shirt and casual faded Jeans. "HiErmie." The couch dragging my cheek slurred my speech, again. Ernie gave me a wierd look, and sat down in the spinny chair, and opened his bag.
"Haha. Man purse." I laughed, and Scooter gave me Are-you-serious-right-now look. I shurgged, im pretty sure Ernie didn't hear, cause he smiled at me when he turned his back around with a folder in his hand.
"These are songs I wrote.. With you in mind." He layed them out on the matching foot rest (that goes with the couch) and I finally sat up.
"Thank god. I Thought he was gonna lay there forever." Scooter shook his head "Like everyother freakin day.."
I ignored him and looked through the papers, each one like every other song I've ever sang. They we're good. But they were about perfect love, and now i know not to believe in that.
"I'm sorry dude. I don't like any of these."
Ernie's face dropped. I could tell he had hope. Like all the other singer and songwriters that had hope that this business would be their silver lining and all unicorns and flowers.
"AW C'mon Justin. Nothings good enough for you nowadays." Ryan scoffed and walked out the door.
"It's okay Justin I understand." Ernie picked up the papers and folded them carefully into the folder. He accidently left one that was hiding underneath one of the first ones i rejected. I handed it to him, but the title stopped me. "Wait. Lettme check this out."
Come home to me
Come home to me
Back into my arms
Home where you belong
Come home to me
Come home to me
If home is where you are
Then home is way too far away
TV light of blue and white
Just can't fall asleep at night
Move over to the space where you should be
Even half way seem so far
Over mountains and diamond stars
Everybody has their own way home
Come home to me
Come home to me
Back into my arms
Home where you belong
Come home to me
Come home to me
If home is where you are
Home is way too far away
All my life I've dreamed of love
Never thought it would hurt this much
To kiss goodbye and wait for your return
So I'll be strong and hold on to
A picture and a thought of you
Getting all the love that you deserve
So come home to me
Come home to me
Back into my arms
Home where you belong
Come home to me
Come home to me
If home is where you are
Home is way too far away
If home is where you are
Then home is way too far away
I read it and the whole time i was thinking of Mendi. Even though this song barely hit the tip of the iceberg of my feelings, i wanted to give this song a chance.
"I want to record this one."
Ernie stopped, looked up, then smiled.
"really? I would be honored but, This is my song.. It's gonna be on my album."
He's a singer too?
"It's fine. I'll just do a cover. I want to post this on twitter for Men- My fans."
I smiled, correcting my words.
"Of course. I think you should do it acousticly." He handed me his guitar
"Go get scooter, We're recording." I stepped into the recording booth with excitement for the first time in 3 years.
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