Works In Progress delivers an excerpt from the current book I’m working on. There are several caveats about each post.
It’s a rough draft.? It *will* change in the final draft.
It’s a rough draft. So it likely ?has mistakes.
I thought I’d share these as the next series of ebooks will take a while to write.
There were two things the people at the desk could see through the window into the soundproofed basement room. The first was a microphone stand supporting a thick, professional level microphone.? The second was a young woman.
Her waist-length, black waves of hair were held out of her eyes by a thick headset. She wore no makeup as her youthfulness and perfect, unblemished soft skin and arresting eyes meant she needed little. While people claim to have black eyes, her eyes were a true midnight black. The energy behind them seemed to suck the life force from every room she entered and she’d left a trail of young men, and if the truth were told older men as well, behind her in total thrall.?
She wore the uniform of her university peer group – black jeans, black t-shirt, under an unbuttoned, black shirt. The boots she wore were also soft black leather with a one-inch heel and rose to mid-calf. Plain except for a small embossed maker’s mark on the inside seam, the boots gleamed with a recent polishing. At just under six feet tall, she used those heels to put her eyes at the same level as the men she tended to be attracted to. She didn’t want any man looking down on her if she could help it.
Her black leather jacket hung on the back of a chair at the bottom of the basement stairs. The only contrast in her outfit was provided by her sole piece of jewelry, a thick, broad, silver bracelet she wore on her left wrist. Intricately carved with Celtic designs of an ancient age, it appeared to be part of her and some women wondered how she could get it off over her hand. She hadn’t taken it off since she was given it so this wasn’t an issue for her.
More than once, her friends would ask when and where she got it.? The answer she gave was always the same – she didn’t remember. But of course she was lying. She remembered the moment and the person who gave it to her as if it were yesterday.?
At this moment however, her mind was full of the music playing in her headset. She swayed in time to the beat, and after the few opening bars she opened her mouth and began singing. The words flowed out of her as honey flows out of a jar, sweet and slow. And like honey, they enveloped the senses as the steady bass beat and haunting flute music carried them out and away from her through to the recording system on the other side of the wall.
She stood with her eyes closed, her hands grasping the microphone stand allowing the words and music to penetrate deep within her and stir those old memories and the emotions they generated. It was the emotion, that raw, unfiltered emotion that drove the words deep into the two men and a sole woman at the production table.?
All three of them stopped, looked at each other with amazement and wonder written across their faces, nodded briefly at each other and smiled broadly. She was good. Damn, bloody good.
She sang the last words of the song as is she was ending a long, passionate love affair. The words of farewell carried the underlying tones of both anger and regret as they faded away.? She stood silently allowing the total silence of the soundproofed room to penetrate deep within her and cleanse the emotion dredged up by her words.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the producer’s voice in her headset. “Vivian, that’s bloody great. Let’s listen to this and see where we have to make some changes or improve it.” ?
She smiled at the three of them through the glass window.? She didn’t think there’d be changes unless they were playing games with her. But she said, “OK. Be right out.”? She pulled the headset jack out of the socket, took the headset off, opened the soundproofed door and walked into a room full of noise.
The contrast to the blessed silence was almost overwhelming, and she took a few seconds to get used to the surrounding cacophony. The young woman stood, walked to her and gave her an enthusiastic hug.? She took a breath and allowed it.?
She flashed a quick negative thought she didn’t want the men doing the same and when she looked towards them, neither had so much as moved an inch towards standing up and hugging her. She smiled inwardly at that.
The smile penetrated through to her mouth and eyes, and that brought return grins from the men.? Men were so transparent she thought.
“You were amazing,” said the woman. “We’re going to be able to do something with this.”? She paused for a moment. “Do you have a Facebook page and Youtube channel?” she asked.
Vivien shook her head.?
The woman raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything.
“I guess I’ll need to get a site and channel,” said Vivien.
The woman nodded slowly in agreement.
“OK, I’ll figure out how to do that and I’ll have something organized by the time you have that set up. And I’ll get some video making software and…” Vivien’s voice trailed off. “Lots to do other than just sing, isn’t there,” she said. Her voice grew in strength as she finished her sentence, “Never thought of that other stuff but I’ll take care of it.” ?
“Good. I have a friend who does that kind of thing in his spare time. He can give you some pointers. You could do it yourself I’m sure but a small bit of help from him will speed this up and make it so much simpler. He’s a good guy and between you and me, he’s single and shouldn’t be,” said the young woman.
Vivien rolled her eyes, and the woman laughed out loud. “No really. He’s a good guy, genius-level smart ,and really good looking,” she said. “And, he’s between girlfriends. Just sayin.'”
Vivien looked at her, thought about it for a second, “Give him my number,” she said.?