Chapter Four: Record
"Hello," A deep voice filled her head. Ruthie took a deep breath and pressed herself up against her locker.
"Mr. Vinadali?" She asked trying to keep her voice calm.
"Yes, how may I help you?" The voice was sweet and calm which made Ruthie relax.
"It's Ruthie Camden. I go to school with Jennifer. You saw me at the talent show…" She trailed off. What if he didn't remember her.
"Oh Ruthie, how are you? Decided to take me up on my offer?" Ruthie sighed with relief.
"Yeah," She said. He laughed.
"Great why don't you come to my studio on Saturday and I'll show you off to the rest of my guys." Ruthie beamed.
"Okay! Great! BYE!" She said.
"Bye," He laughed. There was a click and a scream. Ruthie jumped up and down and ran back into the cafeteria ignoring the stares and glares as she pushed her way through.
"Ruthie, let's go!" Ruthie ran down the stairs skipping the last two, causing her to trip. She braced herself for the hard wood floor but instead met a pair of strong arms. She looked up.
"Martin?" She looked at him in surprise. "What are you doing here?" Martin set her up right.
"I wanted to wish you luck," He said shrugging his shoulders. Ruthie wiped away the hair that was in her face and smiled up at him.
"Why don't you come with us?" She smiled. Martins face glowed as a smile spread across it.
"Hey, Martin. We're on our way out." Eric said as he walked into the room, totally killing the moment. Ruthie sighed and looked at her father.
"Martin's coming," She said simply.
"Ok, Well let's go." Eric headed for the door, Martin and Ruthie trailing behind.
The drive there was peaceful. Martin and Ruthie sat in the back listening to Eric talk about his band when he was younger. Ruthie had heard the story a million times and knew it by heart. It was a relief when they finally pulled up in front of the studio. Ruthie jumped out and raced for the door. She was already inside talking to Mr. Vinadali when Martin and Eric entered.
"Well, Ruthie why don't you follow me back here and we'll get started." He pointed down the hall and Ruthie followed her father and Martin walking behind them. At the end of the hall they turned into the left hand door. Ruthie went into shock. The room was amazing, solid light brown wood walls and six feet of sound equipment. Plexi-glass separated her from the recording area where a mike was standing alone. After he had handed her the lyrics and played her the music, he set her up in the recording area where they practiced for a bit. After which he left her in their ready to start recording. A few more guys walked in and stood beside Mr. Vinadali. He gave her the thumbs up and she began to sing the lyrics he had given her.
Woke up one morning,
Thinking about.
If I was being myself,
I tried to figure it out.
I didn't know who I was.
Or who I wanted to be.
Cause all I knew was that I,
Wanted to be just me.
I'm just me.
Just trying to be just me.
I'm not trying to please,
Anyone but me.
Martin stared at her in amazement, he knew she had a beautiful voice but he was still amazed. He thought an angel was singing. Her voice was soft and pure. When she stopped he snapped out of it he looked around at the smiling faces. He knew that she had gotten it.
A/N: Okay I know it's short but I hope you like it. The song I wrote so please don't take it. I wrote it in tenth grade all the song's Ruthie sings I've written. I hope you liked this chapter and please review okay BYE BYE!
