Part Six
When I walked into my room Josh was sitting on my bed with the text book open and a notebook on his lap. I apologize for keeping him waiting and jump on the bed grabbing the notebook and pen from him saying, ``I’ll write or else it will take us an extra two from me trying to read your chicken scratch.`` Josh smiles and nudges me with his shoulder and starts to point out all the fact we need to include on the poster. About 50 minutes pass of us finding facts, but mostly joking around before Kennedy is at my bedroom door. He knocks on the door when I am trying to draw on Josh’s face with a marker and clears his throat because his knock didn’t stop me from trying to pin Josh down in another effort to draw on him. Giggling I look up and ask if their done yet. ``Yep Nick’s ready to teach you the notes and melodies and stuff now.`` Kennedy answered. I look at Josh and tell him I’ll call him when he can come back over. But Kennedy said he could stay and watch if he didn’t want to have to walk back and forth. Me and Josh looked at each other and shrugged at the same time and jumped off my bed. The three of us walked through the house into the basement. In order to get to the studio we got put into the basement you have to pass the gym. I started to do back hand springs until I ran out of mat, while Josh did some tumble salutes. Kennedy rolled his eyes but I know him and he knows me; he knows what I am doing. I opened the door to the studio and said in a chipper voice ``Party’s here!`` They all smirked and rolled their eyes at my Jersey Shore reference but I could tell they knew I was going to easy to get along with. Kennedy walked in all ‘cool’ and stuff and ruffled my hair; I punched him in the stomach. All the guys started to laugh. I skipped over to the couch and popped a squat telling Josh to join me. He did, he just sat on my lap instead of the couch. ``Ouch! Butt head!`` I yelled trying to push him off. Once he finally got off of me I jumped up and asked, ``So what song are you guys covering that you need my wonderful voice for?`` Nick, who was sitting on the drum set was the one who answered, ``It’s Mayday Parade’s Miserable At Best.`` He got up and handed me the sheet music while saying, ``Instead of ‘Katie don’t cry’ it’s going to be ‘baby don’t cry’. You know this song right?`` I nodded. Nick smiled at me and said ``Okay let hear this beautiful voice you keep bragging about.`` When I smirked up at him he keeps on smiling and said ``Alright so you take the first verse and I’ll sing the chorus. Got it? `` ``Yep sounds easy.`` I responded and cleared my throat extra loud and completely exaggerated. `` Baby, don't cry, I know you’re trying you’re hardest and the hardest part is letting go….`` When I am done with the first verse I look around the room everyone seemed impressed, so did Nick. He continued with the chorus then I took the next verse, we continued with the song. For some reason these next few lines were very powerful and meaningful when I am singing them. ``And the hardest part of living is just taking breaths to stay because I know I'm good for something I just haven't found it yet.`` I looked around again and everyone was staring. Josh spoke this time. ``Oww oww yea EJ! I never knew you were this good.`` After a few more times singing the song, with Nick giving me a few pointers, the band started to play while me and Nick sang. About three hours passed by the time we were happy with the outcome. All the guys in the band said I was what they need for a few songs and that when I should follow in my brothers footsteps and write a song or two. Thanking them for being nice and telling them I’ll get right on that I said my goodbyes. And when I realized the time I told Josh wed finish the project tomorrow no excuses. I walked him out the door and gave him a hug goodbye. When I shut the door I noticed Nick didn’t leave yet. Pausing for a moment I just stare and then say ``When do you want to teach me the piano part?`` Smiling shyly he said, ``In a little bit I need to know something first.`` Oh CRAP. He is going to ask me what happened before with Kennedy and my dad. DANG