Two Souls: Into the Fire # 162
TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE
Kinsey had finished eating his part of the pizza, and was going back to the club. “Bye, Steve,” he said, and gave him a nod, as he passed by, on the way out. “Good luck with this crew of yours.”
“Bye, Kinsey, sure ya don’t want to stay and sort them out?” Steve asked.
“I’m so sure, Steve…not my business.” Kinsey was laughing, as he went out the door.
Steve shook his head, and took the last few bites of his own pizza. The shop phone rang, and he listened, as Terry answered it. “It’s for you, Steve…it’s Zach. Where’s your phone, anyway?”
Steve came over to get the phone. “It’s broke. I gotta get another one,” he said. “Hey, Zach, what’s up?”
“It’s done, man. The house is history,” Zach said.
“Already?” Steve asked. “That was fast. How’d it go?”
“Man, that bulldozer plowed right into it…it was awesome. And, they had a dump truck to load the pieces in, and the lot is scraped clean. There were cars lined up on the side of the road, and people walked up to watch it come down. We should have sold tickets,” Zach said.
“Did y’all see anything…feel anything weird?” Steve asked.
“I didn’t, but I think Trevor was feeling weird…not from any left over spirits, but just from all the things that happened there, so it was kinda sad and kinda happy that’s it’s over, ya know.” Zach said.
“Yeah, well you and Trevor can have a new beginning…make some happy memories, now. Y’all can forget all the bad juju that place had.”
“Yep, we’re staying in our new place tonight,” Zach said. He paused then said, “Oh, hey, I gotta go…y’all come by sometime. We still have to discuss that show.”
“Sure thing, Zach. Ghost and me, we’re doing our recording today, and maybe for the next couple of days, but then we can talk more about it.”
“Okay, later then…” Zach said, then ended the call.
“What was all that about?” Terry asked.
“Oh, he let me know that house is totally gone, now,” Steve said.
“Good…that place was too creepy,” Terry said. “What do y’all have to discuss? Sorry, I overheard all you said.”
“Yeah, uh, it’s just about a show we plan on having, when y’all get back from vacation. Kinsey knows about it, sort of,” Steve said. “It’s kinda complicated, what we want to do…a sort of secret, but you do need to know. That’s the confusing part…do I tell you, or not…and, how can we not? Well, crap, I don’t know now how to do it.” He was getting flustered, now.
Terry gave him a look. “Steve, you’ve been around Ghost too long. I have no idea what you just said.”
“I know, Terry…that’s why we have to discuss it,” Steve said. “Then we’ll know what’s going on. Anyway, you’ll know later.”
“Okay, dude, y’all handle it, then,” Terry said, still confused. “Ready to get back to work?”
“Yeah, let me go round up those two clowns,” Steve said, as he went to the break room.
R. J. was at the table, reading a comic book, and Ghost had stretched out on the small couch, and was asleep. Steve stood at the door, and just shook his head, thinking that this could be a long afternoon.
“It’s time to record again, guys,” he said.
R. J. nodded, as he got up and headed for the door, still reading as he walked. Steve went over to Ghost, and shook him awake. “Wake up, Ghost. We’re ready to record again.”
“Hmm?” Ghost sat up and rubbed his eyes.
Steve reached out his hands, and pulled Ghost up. “C’mon…”
They all took their places in the studio, and began again. These next songs were working out good, but the ones coming up were the ones Steve had written to Ghost, and he’d be singing the main parts, with Ghost coming in on certain parts.
He was a little worried about that because one, he felt he wasn’t a very good singer. He did ok for harmonies and background vocals, but taking a leading role was uncomfortable. Two, these songs he wrote were very personal to him, and he felt it would be impossible to capture the emotions now, that he’d had at the time, and would seem fake, or forced when doing them for the recording. Then three, if they were to do these songs in a live show, there’d be no stopping and starting, or mixing, to get it just right. He didn’t want to have his thoughts dissected and critiqued. He wanted them to be pure and from the heart, like he’d intended for them to be.
So, they made it through the first one, but just barely. Steve wasn’t happy with it. He was getting frustrated at himself, trying to make it perfect. “Ok, guys, this isn’t working,” he said, and tried to explain why. “What I think we’ll do, is…Terry, R. J. and me…we need to just record the music parts by itself. Then we’ll call it a day. I’m going to go home and get these songs recorded there. I have to feel what I felt when I wrote them. I have to be in a certain mood, and it ain’t happening here, with y’all watching me,” Steve said. He looked at the others, hoping they’d understand.
Terry and R. J. looked at each other, and the teasing began. “We get it, Steve,” Terry said, and wiggled his eyebrows. “You gotta get in the moood first, and you don’t need any onlookers.”
“Shut up…” Steve said. “But, yeah…and Terry, can you put what I record at home onto what we do here?”
“Yes, I believe I can, Steve,” Terry said, grinning.
“Good, then that’s all for today,” Steve said, packing up his guitar.
Terry began shutting down the electronics. R. J. was over to the side, playing a slow rhythmic tune on his bass. He started singing a silly song, he’d just made up, trying to be funny. “Steve’s gonna get in the mood, he’s gonna sing like he should, and Ghost is gonna feel good, and we all knew that he would, and they’re gonna get rude and lewd…” Then he started laughing, because Ghost was grinning and right up in Steve’s face, batting his eyes, acting silly.
Terry was cracking up, too. Steve finally realized what was going on at his expense. “Knock it off, all of y’all,” he hollered, but was grinning, at the same time.
“Aw, man…that’s the funniest thing I seen all day,” said Terry. “We should take that show on the road.”
“Shut up,” Steve said. “C’mon, Ghost, let’s get outta here. We’ll be back in the morning,” he told Terry.
“Have a goood night…” Terry and R. J. both said, in a teasing voice.
Steve and Ghost went on out the door. After they’d got in the car, Steve remembered he needed to take the portable recording equipment to the house. “Crap, I gotta go back in there,” he said, as he opened the car door.
As he went back inside, he could hear Terry and R. J. still laughing. “Excuse me, but I need the recorder, Terry,” he said.
“Oh, yeah, hang on,” Terry said, and went to get the machine. “You know how to use it, right?”
“Yeah, I know how, thanks,” Steve said, going to the door. “Resume your laughing, if you must…” he said, and he waved with his middle finger, as he left.
Back in the car, Steve sat there for a minute, just breathing, to calm down after the long day. “So, Ghost, what was all that shit today…you and R. J. acting like fools?”
“Nothing, just having fun,” Ghost said. “I heard you tell Kinsey I was fixin’ to get pissy, so I tried not to…and it worked. I changed myself, and you were right, but then you were wrong.” He smiled. “Ya, see?”
“Yeah, Ghost, I think I do,” said Steve. “Well, let’s go home.
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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.
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