Chapter Fifteen
Cal
Noah told me they were surprising her today and though I wanted to be there I understood the initiation in their shop so I stayed back and kept working. The last few weeks had been spent slowly leaking the collaboration between Lex and I, as well as getting a solid five song set to play live.
Currently we were focused on the one song I worked the most on, both lyrically and composition and once Noah was back it was time to play it through and perfect it.
Shows are as much about good music as they are a big production and this song was the finale. We rented a piano and orchestral drum set for this track and I asked the guys to get involved on this one track.
I needed the power that her beats bring, but the show and the song need their presence. My boys are the baddest out there and were all on board to help, with the support and permission from the wives. I sent them the sheet music a few days ago and now we were playing it and I was nervous and anxious and dreading it as much as I love it.
We have been getting Shame and Chad to work in sync for hours and I am stressing waiting on Noah to get back and guide the God Damned Bass!
"Stop, for fucks sake stop." I say and scrub my face as I stand from the piano again. "It’s too strong, like you play it fine but I cannot pinpoint the sound. Can we wait on Noah?" I say, at my wits end trying to get this shit to give me what I want is like trying to get a damn elephant to shit a brass trumpet.
Not happening.
"What's the problem?" Noah says as he bounds down the steps of his now, semi sound proofed basement. I had to pad the walls because the echo was so bad. It’s a lot better now, but I am in no mood to dick around anymore and need the help.
"The bass..." I say and wave my hand to start from my hook on the first verse. The minute he hits the bass Noah shakes his head no and goes to the guitar to readjust the sound...to no fucking avail.
"Fuck this, maybe it needs to be electronic. I need classical instruments, a double bass or cello or something. Basic bass isn’t cutting it."
We all look around, search our phones and pray because it’s not there. Fuck me, I hear it but I can’t produce it. "This shit won’t work without it." I say and I am two seconds from searching Craig’s list for someone to play this shit when Chad blows us away.
"Okay, so look..." He says, red faced and grabs his phone and calls Carrie.
What the fuck?
"Dude, can Carrie play a standing bass?" I ask Noah. I am exhausted and stressed and obviously not catching the drift here.
"Thanks babe, see you soon." He says and hangs up. Shame and Noah look like they will die of laughter and Chad looks like he will kill them.
What did I miss?
"What?" I ask and can’t help but smile for whatever is happening.
"Chad can play that bass." Shame says, rolling with laughter and Noah starts in.
"He is classically trained in double bass."
I do not find this funny. This shit is a Godsend.
"Are you serious?" I ask and cannot contain my excitement.
He nods and flips Shame off, who is in hysterics at the drum kit.
"Please tell me Harvey has pictures?" He says, laughing harder and Noah and I join in.
"Like, Harvey paid for you to get snob classes?" Noah laughs.
"I am crushed that you aren’t a true ride or die rocker." I say and now we all have jokes and can’t stop as Chad just glares.
When Carrie showed up with the enormous monster that Bright had to help her carry, we all fucking died.
"Oh fuck..." Shame says and busts up laughing, falling from his stool. I see Chad looking two seconds from beating him bloody and try to get my bearings.
"Okay, enough. We need this shit so let’s all be adults." I say, still laughing as the double before him is as big as he is.
