(Two weeks later…)
Caleb, Maeve and Paul had their chests heaving up and down in the rehearsal space, awaiting their next instructions from Kyle.
At first they had thought he had been joking about having them sing a song he wrote but right now, they were very much singing that song.
A high-energy rock song that had a raw, futuristic yet gritty, forceful garage rock feel to it.
It was the kind of song one would make in their rebellious emo teenage years for something like the battle of the bands if they were cool enough.
And yet, without really knowing why Kyle was making this song, or even having them sing it instead of him, they waited patiently for he and Jennie whom were conversing from the other side of the studio to speak.
Nodding in approval to his words, Jennie turned around to face the session musicians in the rehearsal space as Kyle, similarly turned around and spoke;
