Fred nodded slowly before stepping inside the booth. The door closed behind him with a soft thud, sealing him in silence.
"Whenever you're ready," the producer's voice echoed through the headphones.
Fred closed his eyes.
For a second, nothing came out.
Then, the first note escaped his lips. It was soft, then stronger and steady.
His voice filled the booth....smooth, emotional, carrying something raw and painfully honest. It wasn't forced. It wasn't exaggerated. It simply felt real.
The kind of voice that didn't try too hard.
The kind that reached into your chest and stayed there.
Outside the booth, the producer's eyebrows slowly lifted.
Andrew stopped chewing his gum.
Damien couldn't help the smile that spread across his face as he watched Fred through the glass.
He really is gifted. No doubt about that.
Andrew stepped closer to Damien, lowering his voice slightly though his eyes remained fixed on Fred.
