Chapter 30

He shook it off, and started warming up his guitar—classical, not electric, for this song. They were going for a simple, acoustic, almost vintage sound with this. A different sound than his usual, and there were pros and cons to that right now, but for good or ill this was the song he had.

“All right, Rafi, give us a run-through when you’re ready,” DJ Orbit said through the speaker, standing over Luke’s shoulder at the mixing table. “Just a warm up, scratch vocals.”

Amber caught his eye and gave him a double thumbs-up. He crossed his eyes at her, took a deep breath…

And knew immediately that it wasn’t going to work. His stomach had clenched inside him, his hands going clammy on the guitar strings.

Another deep breath. He could do this. He’d practiced this song for hours at a time, fiddling with the lyrics, tweaking the sound. This was no different than practice, just with microphones. He could do it.