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His fingers drummed the steering wheel, his voice a purr as he sang softly to himself. His truck a beat up old red devil of a machine moved through the streets of nashville. his eyes swept back and forth taking in every inch of the city in his dreams.
"I made it mom" He murmured his hands going to the gold locket he had fixed around his neck "No we made it"
He felt a deep peaceful calm settle over him and he smiled singing the last few bars as he turned another street and the record company came into view. It stretched out in front of him jutting in the sky proudly. Country Rebel studios was one of the top places in Nashville, a place a lot of country singers considered to be the "promised" land.
And he was going to record in it
Had he expected some thing like this? No, dreamed of it sure but the music industry was well known for being a once in a life time chance. Still he worked the circuits singing in every bar and venue that would have him. He even worked up some thing of a following! Not a big one mind you but still impressive enough to draw the eyes of a scout. He played for him and the rest as they said was history.
He pulled into the guest parking spot as he had been instructed and slid out of the car. He slammed the door shut behind him and looked up eyeing the building, he was unable to stop the large grin from crossing his face the sheer happiness of where he was and what he was about to do taking root inside of him.
"Oh boy" He said running a hand through his short black hair "this is it"
Knowing he would spend the entire day if he didnt get a move on. Kenneth Crane turned reaching into the back of his truck and pulling out his moms battered guitar case. He pulled it out easily using one hand his large arms flexing as he used his free hand to slam the door shut. He made his way toward the front entrance taking the time to smile and wave at the people going in all around him.
He caught the odd hesitant looks from every one but didnt let it knock the smile off of his face. He was used to it by now, Kenneth was a large man more bull like then panther, he had broad shoulders and a deep tan that spoke of some hispanic descent. While he was intimidating his face had a youthful look to it and he was almost always smiling. His eyes were bright and clear cool blue pools. His outfit was simple a pair of jeans, brown boots, and a simple black T shirt stretched across his frame.
"Can I help you sir?" A receptionist asked as soon as he came in.
"Uh yeah" He said his southern accent coming out as he wandered over "My name is Kenneth, Kenneth Crane I have an appointment to do a recording uh Mark Thompson sent me"
"I see" The receptionist said eyeing him up and down for a few seconds. She finally reached down pulling out a badge for him and sliding it forward.
"You will be on the 23rd floor" She told him tapping away at her keyboards "Sound Booth three"
"Thank you Ma'am" He said nodding his head and picking up his guitar case. He heard nothing back so he turned moving to the elevators and going on his way. He spent the time in the elevator going over his notes humming to himself. He closed his eyes feeling the music just like his mom taught him to. Music was alive she told him over and over again as he struggled with the guitar, being able to shape it was a great gift one that required respect and heart.
He heard the elevator beep and slide open and stepped out his eyes still closed the music still in his head........
And also no idea where or who he was running into
His fingers drummed the steering wheel, his voice a purr as he sang softly to himself. His truck a beat up old red devil of a machine moved through the streets of nashville. his eyes swept back and forth taking in every inch of the city in his dreams.
"I made it mom" He murmured his hands going to the gold locket he had fixed around his neck "No we made it"
He felt a deep peaceful calm settle over him and he smiled singing the last few bars as he turned another street and the record company came into view. It stretched out in front of him jutting in the sky proudly. Country Rebel studios was one of the top places in Nashville, a place a lot of country singers considered to be the "promised" land.
And he was going to record in it
Had he expected some thing like this? No, dreamed of it sure but the music industry was well known for being a once in a life time chance. Still he worked the circuits singing in every bar and venue that would have him. He even worked up some thing of a following! Not a big one mind you but still impressive enough to draw the eyes of a scout. He played for him and the rest as they said was history.
He pulled into the guest parking spot as he had been instructed and slid out of the car. He slammed the door shut behind him and looked up eyeing the building, he was unable to stop the large grin from crossing his face the sheer happiness of where he was and what he was about to do taking root inside of him.
"Oh boy" He said running a hand through his short black hair "this is it"
Knowing he would spend the entire day if he didnt get a move on. Kenneth Crane turned reaching into the back of his truck and pulling out his moms battered guitar case. He pulled it out easily using one hand his large arms flexing as he used his free hand to slam the door shut. He made his way toward the front entrance taking the time to smile and wave at the people going in all around him.
He caught the odd hesitant looks from every one but didnt let it knock the smile off of his face. He was used to it by now, Kenneth was a large man more bull like then panther, he had broad shoulders and a deep tan that spoke of some hispanic descent. While he was intimidating his face had a youthful look to it and he was almost always smiling. His eyes were bright and clear cool blue pools. His outfit was simple a pair of jeans, brown boots, and a simple black T shirt stretched across his frame.
"Can I help you sir?" A receptionist asked as soon as he came in.
"Uh yeah" He said his southern accent coming out as he wandered over "My name is Kenneth, Kenneth Crane I have an appointment to do a recording uh Mark Thompson sent me"
"I see" The receptionist said eyeing him up and down for a few seconds. She finally reached down pulling out a badge for him and sliding it forward.
"You will be on the 23rd floor" She told him tapping away at her keyboards "Sound Booth three"
"Thank you Ma'am" He said nodding his head and picking up his guitar case. He heard nothing back so he turned moving to the elevators and going on his way. He spent the time in the elevator going over his notes humming to himself. He closed his eyes feeling the music just like his mom taught him to. Music was alive she told him over and over again as he struggled with the guitar, being able to shape it was a great gift one that required respect and heart.
He heard the elevator beep and slide open and stepped out his eyes still closed the music still in his head........
And also no idea where or who he was running into