Chapter 2:
I headed over to the Crane Studios after my shift ended. I began to set up the
production equipment.
About twenty minutes later, Whitney showed up, followed by Theresa.
"Hi again," Whitney said.
"Hey ladies," I answered.
Whitney turned to Theresa. "Thanks for showing me the way here, Theresa,"
she said. "Do you wanna stay and watch?"
"No, it's cool," Theresa said. I don't know if it was my imagination or not, but I
could have sworn that Theresa winked at Whitney as if to say 'go get 'em'. That made
a grin cross my face, which, thankfully, they didn't notice.
After Theresa left, Whitney and I just stared at each other for a few seconds,
unsure of where to start.
"Umm, do you wanna sing a small piece of a song or something to start off?" I
asked. I had been too busy thinking about her to come up with a procedure on what to
do when she arrived.
"Ya sure," Whitney said.
"Let me just finish setting this stuff up," I told her, pointing to the equipment.
She nodded as she looked around.
"This is quite a place they gave you," she said, "you could do lots here with
your music."
I nodded, agreeing with her. "It was very nice of Sheridan Crane and Beth."
"So tell me a little bit about yourself," Whitney continued.
I grinned. She didn't seem AT ALL like the girl I met 90 minutes ago in The
Book Cafe. Maybe the subject of music really interested her and made her open up.
"Well," I began. "What do you want to know?"
"Why did you move here to Harmony?" she asked me.
Without knowing it, she had stepped into uncharted waters. Unbeknowst to her,
she brought back the pain and agony of my parents' death. But I refused to discuss it.
With anyone.
"So I could meet a beautiful girl like you, who could sing for me," I told her.
She smiled, blushing.
I smiled back. God, she was so beautiful. I wonder if she had a boyfriend?
After I got some sodas for us, she got ready to sing.
I told her to pick any song she wanted and just sing the chorus, or any part she
wanted of it.
She chose the song "I care for you" by Aaliyah.
She began singing:
Mmm yeah..
Mmm yeah..
Oh yeah oh..
Hey my baby
Why you lookin' so down?
Seems like you need a lovin'
Baby you need a girl like me
(Don't frown)
Hey my baby
Tell me why you cry
Here take my hand and (yeah)
Wipe those tears from your eye
Can I talk to you (Can I talk to you)
Comfort you (Comfort)
Let you know (Just wanna let you know)
I care 4 you (oh yeah)
Can I talk to you (I wanna talk)
Comfort you (Gotta let you know baby)
Let you know
I care 4 you (I care)
** Wow she could really belt it out, was the first thing that crossed my mind
when she began singing. What was she doing here in Harmony singing in a studio that
didn't even belong to me? She should be up in a big record company making tons of
albums and going platinum! **
Hey sexy baby
Why'd your girl leave you in pain
To let a fine man like you go
She must be insane
Hey sexy baby
There's no need to worry
Oh boy if you call on me
I'll come, I'll come in a hurry
Can I talk to you (Come on)
Comfort you (I love you)
Let you know (oh baby)
I care 4 you (I love you, yes I do)
Can I talk to you (I wanna talk)
Comfort you (Give me the chance)
Let you know (I wanna let you know)
I care 4 you (Gotta let you know, that I love you)
Hold on (Hold on)
Stay strong (Stay strong)
Press on (For me baby)
I care 4 you ( I 4 for you)
Hold on (Hold on)
Stay strong (Stay strong)
Press on (Press on for me)
I care 4 you (baby)
Can I talk to you (I wanna talk)
Comfort you (I wanna hold you tight baby)
Let you know (I wanna let you know)
I care 4 you (That I care for you)
Can I talk to you (ohhh)
Wow what a song to choose. I desperately needed someone to care for me. Ever since
my parent's died, I had been alone and starving for love. This song touched me. I wish Whitney
could fill that empty place in my heart.
I clapped after she finished singing.
"That was great!" I exclaimed. "You must have been practicing for years!"
She shook her head no. "I have never sung before," she told me.
I raised my eyebrows. Was she serious? She was THIS good with NO practice AT
ALL? Amazing.
"You were great," I said again.
"Thanks," she replied.
I was still curious about one thing.
"Umm, Whitney," I began. "If you love singing so much, then how come you have never
sung before?"
She looked uncomfortable, like there was a dillemma between her and singing.
"Well," she said. "I love singing, but I also love to play tennis. I can't do both.
So I have to choose one or the other. My father used to play tennis so he encourages
me a lot to do what he did, and my mother used to be a singer for awhile, but she
doesn't encourage it because she says it ruined her life since she got involved with
drugs and alcohol, but I don't think that will happen to me."
She stopped talking and looked up at me. I was really interested in what she
was saying.
"Wow," I said. "And you have to choose one or the other?"
Whitney nodded, deep in thought.
"I'm sorry," I said, "but if I cross the line and you don't want to answer, I
understand. Especially if it's personal. But what is the big deal about choosing one or
the other?"
She didn't say anything for a while.
It must have been a big dilemma.
"I," she began, "well, I, I just don't want to make the wrong decision and end
up dreading it for the rest of my life, you know?"
I understood. I just hoped that my decision to leave Castleton and move to
Harmony wasn't a wrong one that I would end up dreading for the rest of MY life.
I headed over to the Crane Studios after my shift ended. I began to set up the
production equipment.
About twenty minutes later, Whitney showed up, followed by Theresa.
"Hi again," Whitney said.
"Hey ladies," I answered.
Whitney turned to Theresa. "Thanks for showing me the way here, Theresa,"
she said. "Do you wanna stay and watch?"
"No, it's cool," Theresa said. I don't know if it was my imagination or not, but I
could have sworn that Theresa winked at Whitney as if to say 'go get 'em'. That made
a grin cross my face, which, thankfully, they didn't notice.
After Theresa left, Whitney and I just stared at each other for a few seconds,
unsure of where to start.
"Umm, do you wanna sing a small piece of a song or something to start off?" I
asked. I had been too busy thinking about her to come up with a procedure on what to
do when she arrived.
"Ya sure," Whitney said.
"Let me just finish setting this stuff up," I told her, pointing to the equipment.
She nodded as she looked around.
"This is quite a place they gave you," she said, "you could do lots here with
your music."
I nodded, agreeing with her. "It was very nice of Sheridan Crane and Beth."
"So tell me a little bit about yourself," Whitney continued.
I grinned. She didn't seem AT ALL like the girl I met 90 minutes ago in The
Book Cafe. Maybe the subject of music really interested her and made her open up.
"Well," I began. "What do you want to know?"
"Why did you move here to Harmony?" she asked me.
Without knowing it, she had stepped into uncharted waters. Unbeknowst to her,
she brought back the pain and agony of my parents' death. But I refused to discuss it.
With anyone.
"So I could meet a beautiful girl like you, who could sing for me," I told her.
She smiled, blushing.
I smiled back. God, she was so beautiful. I wonder if she had a boyfriend?
After I got some sodas for us, she got ready to sing.
I told her to pick any song she wanted and just sing the chorus, or any part she
wanted of it.
She chose the song "I care for you" by Aaliyah.
She began singing:
Mmm yeah..
Mmm yeah..
Oh yeah oh..
Hey my baby
Why you lookin' so down?
Seems like you need a lovin'
Baby you need a girl like me
(Don't frown)
Hey my baby
Tell me why you cry
Here take my hand and (yeah)
Wipe those tears from your eye
Can I talk to you (Can I talk to you)
Comfort you (Comfort)
Let you know (Just wanna let you know)
I care 4 you (oh yeah)
Can I talk to you (I wanna talk)
Comfort you (Gotta let you know baby)
Let you know
I care 4 you (I care)
** Wow she could really belt it out, was the first thing that crossed my mind
when she began singing. What was she doing here in Harmony singing in a studio that
didn't even belong to me? She should be up in a big record company making tons of
albums and going platinum! **
Hey sexy baby
Why'd your girl leave you in pain
To let a fine man like you go
She must be insane
Hey sexy baby
There's no need to worry
Oh boy if you call on me
I'll come, I'll come in a hurry
Can I talk to you (Come on)
Comfort you (I love you)
Let you know (oh baby)
I care 4 you (I love you, yes I do)
Can I talk to you (I wanna talk)
Comfort you (Give me the chance)
Let you know (I wanna let you know)
I care 4 you (Gotta let you know, that I love you)
Hold on (Hold on)
Stay strong (Stay strong)
Press on (For me baby)
I care 4 you ( I 4 for you)
Hold on (Hold on)
Stay strong (Stay strong)
Press on (Press on for me)
I care 4 you (baby)
Can I talk to you (I wanna talk)
Comfort you (I wanna hold you tight baby)
Let you know (I wanna let you know)
I care 4 you (That I care for you)
Can I talk to you (ohhh)
Wow what a song to choose. I desperately needed someone to care for me. Ever since
my parent's died, I had been alone and starving for love. This song touched me. I wish Whitney
could fill that empty place in my heart.
I clapped after she finished singing.
"That was great!" I exclaimed. "You must have been practicing for years!"
She shook her head no. "I have never sung before," she told me.
I raised my eyebrows. Was she serious? She was THIS good with NO practice AT
ALL? Amazing.
"You were great," I said again.
"Thanks," she replied.
I was still curious about one thing.
"Umm, Whitney," I began. "If you love singing so much, then how come you have never
sung before?"
She looked uncomfortable, like there was a dillemma between her and singing.
"Well," she said. "I love singing, but I also love to play tennis. I can't do both.
So I have to choose one or the other. My father used to play tennis so he encourages
me a lot to do what he did, and my mother used to be a singer for awhile, but she
doesn't encourage it because she says it ruined her life since she got involved with
drugs and alcohol, but I don't think that will happen to me."
She stopped talking and looked up at me. I was really interested in what she
was saying.
"Wow," I said. "And you have to choose one or the other?"
Whitney nodded, deep in thought.
"I'm sorry," I said, "but if I cross the line and you don't want to answer, I
understand. Especially if it's personal. But what is the big deal about choosing one or
the other?"
She didn't say anything for a while.
It must have been a big dilemma.
"I," she began, "well, I, I just don't want to make the wrong decision and end
up dreading it for the rest of my life, you know?"
I understood. I just hoped that my decision to leave Castleton and move to
Harmony wasn't a wrong one that I would end up dreading for the rest of MY life.