We got right to work. I started painting idea-canvases for album covers. I wondered if “Eat Me” was too risque. Or did it have just the right amount of appeal?
Joey dove right in to practicing singing.
I had to question his taste in music.
“Laughter in the Rain?”
I wasn’t the only one who doubted we were due for a Sedaka retrospective.
“Logic,” I heard Rylan muttering to himself. “A good logical algorithm can predict the next hit as well as intuition, and both mind and heart say ‘Try a different move.’ Sting, The Police, anything but Sedaka!”
It didn’t deter Joey.
“I feel a shiiii-ffer run hup my spine!”
“Aaaw-ooooh! I heer laffter in the rain!
La-dee-da, ooh-la ay!”
“Oh, how I love the rainy daze and the happy way I feel insye-aye-aide…”
He was adorable. Dorky, handsome, cute, and adorable.
I caught Akira walking down the hall.
“Hey, ‘Kira!” I whispered. “Can you show them how it’s done?”
He went right to the mike, punched in one of my old songs, the charmer.
“It’s another, just a day.
You can’t come, know you won’t stay.”
“I been hiding! Stay away!
Call the dogs, keep you away!
I ain’t gonna love you anymore!
I can’t abide you no, no more.
You make me, heart-poor.
You make me, rainpour.”
There was a reason they called that my blue period.
At any rate, Akira rocked it. I always sang it sweet and melancholy, but he he punched it and mixed it with gravel. I really liked his sound.
Maybe we should call our first album, “Monster.”
Or, maybe not.
The hardest worker, from the start, was Vee-Jay. Oh, I loved his style–still do.
Even when he was learning how to dance, he knew how to move, even before he was in good enough shape to do the moves.
Vee-Jay closes his eyes, and what he hears mingles with what he feels and it comes out through him.
I could watch him for hours, even back when he was first training.
“Hey, Vee-Jay,” I suggested. “Want to run through a song together?”
He wanted to choose one of my oldies, too. “Sunshine.” Not written in the blue period.
“It’s a moment–“
His singing still needed a lot of work, but dang if there wasn’t a spark of magic there for a moment.
That was something. He really came alive behind the mike.
“I could use a glass of water,” I said. “Can I get you anything, Vee-Jay?”
“I’ll have a cup of tea, Sierra. But don’t bother. I’ll make it myself.”