My hand shook as I grabbed the brass knob to the door. I stood in front of the microphone, dazed. I took my guitar from its leather case, positioned myself half on, half off the stool and gave Bessie a strum.
L.T. spoke to me from behind the glass partition. “Michelle, let’s go over the hook one last time before recording.” I nodded, put my earphones on and started to play, he stopped me.
“It’s your one shot at stardom. We need the chill bump factor!”
I put my finger up to my mouth, insinuating that he hush and let me do my thing.
“Go!” He leaned back, crossed his arms, and closed his eyes.
I took a deep breath and began to saaaaang.
“Your first love painted you blue-ue-ue. She stepped on your feelings of true-ue-ue. You hid behind the darkness that took over your mind. You feared your shattered heart, no one would find. Your first love painted you blue-ue-ue. She stepped on your feelings of true-ue-ue. Little did she know she colored you appealing, you stood out from the rest, now my love I’m revealing. Your first love painted you blue-ue-ue. Baby, now you’re mine, there’s nothing I won’t doo-oo-oo. My Beautiful blue, my beautiful blue, my beautiful blue……….”
I hit the front of my guitar with the palm of my hand.
“That’s it!” L.T. sat up and called me out into the hall. He removed something from a brown envelope he was holding.
“What do you think about this for an album cover?”
I hugged him tightly around the neck. “Are you serious?”
“Indeed, it’s your time to shine!” L.T. was one proud producer.
“A blue seashell amongst dark rocks, love it!” I was giddy with excitement.
“I’m thinking we’ll go with the title: Blue Chelle!”
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