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Chapter 211 by bobbobbobthethir bobbobbobthethir

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Produce music

You’re feeling inspired. It’s time to make something that people can dance to.

A little bit of ABBA, a little bit of Giorgio, you’re imagining the festival lights flashing and the crowd going wild. Headliners, supermodels, seven figure contracts… Okay, maybe that’s getting ahead of yourself.

Still. You shut your eyes and listen to the twenty second snippet that you’ve just spent half an hour crafting, and you crack a smile. This is exactly what you were going for.

The great thing about music is that it’s all about repetition. People want a sound they can return to, over and over, whenever they come back to a song. Now that you’ve found this killer sound, going back to fix up all the other parts of the track that were lackluster before is a piece of cake. The vocal melody here was just missing a bit of something, but now you’ve tucked in a little power chord to bring that harmony to life, and it’s got that special something. Of course, re-using the vocals like this feels a bit cheap, and there’s something just a tiny bit off whenever they’re perfectly layered like this.

That reminds you. You’re due for another session with your vocalist. After all, that session with {if VocalistSarah == true} Sarah {elseif VocalistDani == true} Dani {else} Gina {endif} went pretty well. Much better than expected, you smile, recalling the electricity in the air. You pull out your phone, dashing off a message to her, alongside a sample of the mix.

Then, you put your phone aside and lock in, working on an intro to the song. You can feel the energy in this track just struggling to break free. It’s almost there. You brainstorm a couple ideas, wavering between something naturalistic and something bombastic. Neither quite hits the mark, so you shift to working on the bridge instead, inspiration striking you there.

The hours fly by, and before you know it, the clock has once more struck midnight, and you take a listen through your creation. Good. This is good. You punch the air, nodding along to the beat, knowing that this is exactly what you’ve been looking for.

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