Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

clicked a few buttons and said, "You're in studio twelve on the thirty-seventh floor. The elevators are over there," she said indicating the bank of elevators on the left side of the lobby.
    "Thanks," Cameron said a bit less appreciative than he could have been. Taking the elevator up to the thirty-seventh floor, Cameron stopped to study the floor plan next to the elevator before setting off in the direction of studio twelve. Stopping in front of the glass door, Cameron peered in and his nerves mounted as he didn't recognize anyone in the room.
    "Cameron right?" said a man from behind him.
    "Yeah, hi," Cameron said extending his hand nervously. "I'm Cameron."
    "Nice to meet you," the man said with a chuckle. "Come on in. Gentlemen, this is Cameron Boresky," he said introducing Cameron to the other men in the studio.
    Around the room they each said hi and introduced themselves before the man that had led Cameron in said, "And I'm Jeff Sugret, lead sound engineer on this project. Now, do you read music?"
    "Yes," Cameron said with a nod as he tried to memorize everyone's names.
    "Great," Jeff said with a smile. "Let's get you in the booth then and see what you can do."
    An hour and a half later, Cameron had worked through five of the twelve songs slated for his debut album when Jeff said he could take a break. Everyone in the studio cleared out except Jeff as Cameron stepped out of the sound booth.
    "How is it sounding?" Cameron asked hesitantly.
    "Pretty amazing," Jeff said with a genuine smile. "You have real talent and great technique. The only thing I would say to do is to internalize it more. Feel what you are singing about and put that on the recording."
    "Ok," Cameron said with a nod.
    "Hey, Hardning," Jeff said as Hardning stepped into the studio. Looking up, Cameron blushed a bit as he caught Hardning's eye.
    "How is he doing?" Hardning asked.
    "He's sounding great," Jeff said enthusiastically.
    "Good," Hardning said with a smile before asking, "Anything he needs to work on?"
    "I was just telling him it would be good for him to feel the songs more and put those feelings into it," Jeff said facing Hardning.
    "Yeah, once he meets a nice hot chick that will probably work itself out," Hardning said getting a stunned and hurt look from Cameron.
    "Yeah they're probably hotter here than that small town you came from, huh?" Jeff asked with a grin turning to look at Cameron.
    "Uh, yeah," Cameron managed to get out.
    "I need to talk to Cam about a few things that he has coming up this week. Can you excuse us for a sec?" Hardning asked Jeff quickly.
    "Sure," Jeff said with a nod.
    "Thanks," Hardning said waiting for Jeff to clear the room before he turned on Cameron. "What the fuck?"
    "Excuse me?" Cameron asked with wide, hurt eyes.
    "Uh yeah? " Hardning said mocking Cameron. "What was that?"
    "I'm sorry it just caught me off guard," Cameron said without looking at Hardning.
    "Well, keep your fucking guard up," Hardning said harshly. "Remember, what goes on in your bedroom stays in your bedroom."
    "Why? Why can't we say anything?"
    "We? First of all, there is no we . Last night was to break this whole innocence thing. And second, you know why you can't tell anyone. It would tank your career before it even gets started," Hardning said in a low, intimidating voice. "Now, stop crying."
    Wiping his face, Cameron fought like hell to stop the tears from falling.
    "Everything ok?" Jeff said walking back in with the rest of the crew.
    "Yeah," Cameron said standing up before fixing Hardning with a cold hard glare. "Can we try Kiss of Revenge again?"
    "Sure," Jeff said with a raised eyebrow as Cameron turned on his heel and headed back into the sound booth.
    Once through the track and the studio was on its feet applauding but Hardning was no longer there.
    CHAPTER 4
    One day, Morgan thought to himself as he switched the radio off. Cameron's concert is in one day.
    Standing up from the table, Morgan looked down at the Help Wanted ads he had been reading. A few yard work ads were circled in red.
    One day, he thought to himself again. I had been a couple weeks since Suzie had stopped him after school and the one thought that had almost consumed him in that entire time was something she had said.
    He likes you, he remembered her saying about Cameron. In that moment, the tightening in his chest and the tears in his eyes made sense. He felt guilty for being angry with Cameron. He felt lonely in the practice room knowing Cameron wouldn't