Hush little Sister 10
In the building, Jackson was waiting with a lady. She looked a lot like Carlos, only her hair was a deep brown in a ponytail and she was a lot prettier. She smiled at him under her make up, offering her hand.
"My name is Sasha Garcia," she introduced herself, "and you must be Kendall Jones."
Staring at the hand, he nodded before slowly taking it in his own, "Yes mam."
"Come along dear," she gave him an assuring smile, "there's nothing to worry about. We're here to help you out."
"And how is that?" he countered quickly, looking at Jackson questioningly and pointingly. If these people were anything like those three….
By this time they'd gone down the solid white hallway and were now entering a recording room. There was a booth in front of about a million controls and two chairs, and there was a chair in the booth with a big microphone. She sat in one of the two chairs and beckoned Jackson to do the same.
"Please step into the booth," she told Kendall, and he shook his head when Jackson reached for Katie.
"Please let us help," he told the boy, "not just you but Katie, too."
"Kenny?" she touched his cheek, "go."
He bit his lower lip and went in, grumbling. Hopping on the wooden bench, he crossed his arms and waited. When Sasha's voice came in on the speakers, he about fell out of his seat in surprise.
"Three bucks says he cries like a baby," James whispered in Carlos's ear. The trio were secretly spying in the air ducts, all squashed and watching the new kid.
"You're on," the two shook hands.
"Why do you have to do that with everyone?" Logan sighed, "now shut up, he's about to sing."
"Just sing 'Twinkle twinkle little Star' for me, dear," she instructed the recovering preteen.
He looked at Jackson, who just nodded. Shrugging, he sang it with confiedence and like he used to when Katie saw the stars through the doors. When he finished, he saw the lady dab her eyes. After he sang a lot more pointless classics, he squirmed impatiently.
"Let me see my Katie," he demanded in the mic.
"Kenny," her small voice spoke, and his eyes widened.
"Hang on, one more song so I can record," she hit a button, "I need you to give me an original song. Something that you made up."
He blinked and stared at Jackson a second, horrified. When he finally came out of it, he managed to sing.
"Hush little sister, don't you fear…"
"He's good," James commented, "not as good as me, but good."
"Pay up," Carlos shoved out his hand, wanting his cash. Instead he got a handful of string, and he whined, "Man, you cheated out again!"
"They'll hear us," Logan bit his lower lip as the two started to push each other.
Suddenly, one of the screws of the already one-unscrewed vent popped out. All three of them fell into the studio, making all three seeing humans to stare and for Katie to blink, alarmed.
"Kenny?" she called, concerned.
"Carlos Pena Garcia!" Sasha rose, looking annoyed and tired, "gah, why must you always do this?"
"We…were going to help?" Carlos shrank under the gaze of his mother.
"Yeah," James led the other two around Kendall, who looked angry, "come on, everybody, sing! Twinkle twinkle..guys!"
"Twinkle, twinkle…" the three started to sing, their eyes begging the blonde to join, who did bitterly, "little star, how I wonder what you are…"
"Enough," Sasha raised her hands, opening the door and entering, "silly boys. Run along outside now." Nodding eagerly, the annoying trio darted back out.
"They're annoying," Kendall was calmer now that he had Katie in his arms again.
"Yeah," Katie, who was blind, could even see that.
"You four don't sound bad together," she looked thoughtful, "that's all I needed. Thank you, and I'll contact you in a few days to see if your going to be famous."