"Ugh! I can't get this right!" Andy yelled at himself.

"Babe, what's wrong?" I asked.

"I've been trying for the past few hours and I can't figure out what to do for the chorus or the second verse! It's driving me insane!"

"I'm sure you'll figure something out. You always do."

"I don't know, I'm just frustrated," he sighed, tossing his notebook and pen aside.

I picked up the notebook and pen, and read through what he had written so far.

I flipped a page in the notebook, starting on ideas of my own. It took me about thirty minutes with Andy breathing down my neck, but I came up with what I thought was decent. I handed it over to Andy and watched as his eyes scanned the page.

"This is....wow," he muttered.

"I know, it sucks. I just thought I'd give it a try."

"Mel, it doesn't suck. I'm going to use this actually. I may reword some things, but....wow. You have a talent," Andy smiled.

"Oh, thanks," I blushed.

I observed as Andy worked on finishing the song. His hand flew across the paper as ideas of arrangement sprang into his head. I'd never seen Andy write before. It was intense how into it he got.

"Done," he said as he handed me the finished product.

I read it all the way through, and I felt tears about to come. It was beautiful. Before I could gather myself, tears started falling.

"Shh...princess, don't cry," Andy cooed.

"I'm sorry, it's just..." I couldn't finish the sentence. The song made me feel how Andy felt whenever I broke down, I couldn't help but cry.

Andy wiped away a few tears with his thumb and quietly began singing the song to me.

"I'll carry you, my darkest desire
When life sings to you through devil's choir
F.E.A.R. won't steal what burns in you
I'll carry you, away from the fire
My desire, devil's choirs
My desire, devil's choirs."

I looked up at Andy with a startled expression on my face. The way sang it was perfect. He seemed to realize it too. He briefly glanced toward the recording studio.

"Record it. Now," I smiled at him weakly.

He gave me a quick peck on the cheek and ran into the recording studio. I followed him in there and saw that John was in there, taking a nap in the black office chair.

"John, wake up," I whispered as I gently shook him.

"Wh-what? Melanie? What's up?" he asked a bit dazed.

"Andy needs to record vocals," I told him.

"For what?"

I showed him the song and a smile grew on his face.

"This is fantastic! Andy has a talent, that's for sure."

"Yeah, he really does."

I didn't tell him my part in it. Why should I? Andy was the one who wrote most of it. I only added little bits and phrases. The concept, the set up, and most of the lyrics were Andy's. Sure, Andy may not be happy when he finds out that I refused to take any credit, but I didn't want it. I'm satisfied enought to know that I helped out a little bit. It didn't matter if only Andy and I knew it. That was plenty for me.

"Andy, you ready?' John asked.

"Ready!" Andy called back from the recording booth.

"You've been running for so long, still breathing
Hoping soon to find a song worth singing
Every chapter of this note they're reading
But you're slowly losing hope on bleeding

I'll carry you, my darkest desire
When life sings to you through devil's choir
F.E.A.R won't steal what burns in you
I'll carry you, away from the fire
My desire, devil's choirs
My desire, devil's choirs.

Raise another broken glass to failure
A simple promise of a crimson savior
Take a look into the life you're leaving
I promise you this isn't pain you're feeling

I'll carry you, my darkest desire
When life sings to you through devil's choir
F.E.A.R. won't steal what burns in you
I'll carry you away from the fire

RAWR!

COME ON!

I'll carry you, my darkest desire
When life sings to you through devil's choir
F.E.A.R won't steal what burns in you

I'll carry you, away from the fire

My desire, devi'ls choirs
My desire, devil's choirs
My desire, devil's choirs
My desire, devil's choirs

"Great job Andy, I'll call Jake and send him the recording so he can get guitar parts made for this. This is going on the album, no doubt about it," John said.

"We onlyhave one song left to record then," Andy voiced.

"Which one?" I asked.

"In The End. I finally finished tweaking the lyrics last night."

"Jake and CC already got the drums and guitars recorded, so I can play it in the background if you want," John said.

"Okay, start the track," Andy told John, placing the headphones over his ears.

Andy took a deep breath, and jumped right into the vocals.

"In the end
As we fade into the night
Who will tell the story of your life?

In the end
As my soul's laid to rest
What is left of my body
Or am I just a shell?
And I have fought
And with flesh and blood I commanded an army
Through it all
I have given my all for a moment of glory

In the end
As you fade into the night
Who will tell the story of your life
And who will remember your last goodbye
Cause it's the end and I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid to die

I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid to die"

I probably looked like an idiot bobbing my head to the music, but it was a good song-- scratch that-- it was a great song. It was going to be a hit, I could feel it.

The song ended way too soon and I pouted a bit. Andy saw this from the booth and gave me an amused smirk. He made his way back to John and I and looked to us for a reaction.

"Andy, I think this is going to be a hit with the fans," I smiled.

"I hope so. I think gramps would be proud of me," Andy said, getting a bit choked up.

I gave Andy a hug and whispered in this ear, "I know he would be. I know I am."

Notes

Since I these were filler chapters I gave you two. There is one more chapter left and it will be posted on Halloween. Oh and Camilla, I know you're reading this, so you better look up these songs, they're Devil's Choir and In The End, please look up the music video for In The End :P Also, if you guys want a sequel to this, leave a comment. I love you duckies!