Whisper

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The music stopped suddenly and Jessie's voice came over my headset.

"Will? What are you doing?"

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"Last I checked, I was doing a vocal track."

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I looked through the glass of the soundproof booth. Jessie and Evangeline were sitting at the control panel.

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Jessie was shaking her head.

"Well, I don't know what the hell you were trying to sing, but it was not what you were suppose to be singing.

Will, you are not even singing the lyrics and you are no where near in tune."

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Bobby, Jessie and I were working on our third cd. We had just finished the music track to a new song and I was laying down the vocals.

At least I thought I was.

"It sounded good to me."

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I could see Bobby laughing and behind him, sitting on an amplifier, Whisper had her hands over her ears.

"What did you think, hun?" I asked Evangeline, a hint of hope in my voice.

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She picked up a headset and put it to one ear.

"Well, baby, you have sounded better."

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Jessie turned and glared at her.

"Really? That's it?"

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Evangeline laughed.

"You sounded terrible, hun. Jessie is right."

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I took off the headset and left the booth.

"I need a beer," I chirped, as I walked to the refrigerator.

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"Check and see if they have singing lessons in there, as well," Bobby joked.

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I opened the refrigerator and opened a beer. I drank it in one mouthful.

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"Sure, we will all have a beer, "Bobby remarked sarcastically.

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I took two beer out of the fridge and tossed them to Bobby. Well, in his general direction, at least. I missed him by at least four feet.

The beer bounced on the floor and rolled to the wall.

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"Ain't opening them," Bobby cracked.

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Evangeline looked at me. "Are you ok, hun?"

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"Me? I'm perfect. Why would you ask?"

I took two more beer out of the refrigerator.

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Bobby rushed to me and took them from me.

"I'll take those. Wouldn't want you to injure that amazing pitching arm."

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I opened another beer and looked toward Whisper.

She was still sitting on the amplifier, laughing.