Uncovering Kaitlyn by Emma Jane Read Free Book Online Page A

protect those you love from everything
and sometimes just because a loved one is hurt it doesn’t mean that you’re to
blame. I wrote that in October when I was fifteen.”
    I moved on
to my final song which was the cheeriest of them all. I wrote it last year in
the café. It’s about living the life you want for yourself. I hadn’t given it a
name yet though.
    “That’s
good. So different to the others though. I like the way you have variety in
your style. So this song…” he trailed off.
    “It doesn’t
have a name yet. I wrote it last year on a quiet shift at work. I brought in a
typed up version, the original is on a napkin.”
    When work
was quiet, I often made up songs in my head, or sat down and played. But that
particular shift I couldn’t stop finishing the song in my head so not having
any paper I wrote it on a napkin. It’s cool in the movies, but reality wasn’t
quite as practical. It tore easily and the ink went straight through and onto
the table. I had to try and explain to my boss why there was an entire song
stained onto the table. Not only that, but I had to give an explanation as to
why I wrote about tedious work and crappy jobs and there being more to life.
I’m surprised I didn’t get fired. I scrubbed for ages and only half came off.
It’s still covered by an old tablecloth.
    “So how
about we go through them again individually and see what needs work.”
    I played flowers again and again and gradually together we improved it. Three hours later it
was almost finished and Wayne was talking about kicking it up with other
instruments which I was all for. I liked Wayne. He understood my music and
pushed me to explore it even more. I also liked how he accepted my quirks and
didn’t try to get me to talk if I was uncomfortable. I was going through it one
last time when Aaron walked in.
    I looked up
and smiled as I finished the song. Aaron came over and gave me a hug.
    “So is she
album worthy yet?”
    I’m thinking
triple platinum, but we can never be sure. Have you heard the others yet?”
    “Nope. She’s
too shy. She won’t play on request.”
    “I am
standing right next to you.”
    “I know you
are Kaitlyn, but you are shy. And you don’t play if anybody asks you too. What
about all the other songs you have?”
    “How many
more are we talking about?” Wayne asked us.
    “Nearly
three hundred. Out of that there is about one hundred workable and five awesome
already, even if I say so myself. There are also a lot which I can’t share, or
sing again, and some really terrible songs.”
    “That is a
lot of music to have written in four years. I’m not surprised you won’t share
it. You must’ve lived and breathed it. I’d love to hear some more sometime though.
So I agree that these three and Daddy, don’t cry should be on the album.
We need six more, but there’s no rush. If you write anymore then we’d love to
hear it and get it approved for the album. Starting next week I want you in
everyday to work on these three. I’ll arrange for some musicians to come in and
help you as well as the team that’s already here. I’m not setting an exact
deadline but I want a song a week approved even if it’s complete. That way in
ten weeks you’ll have all the songs for the album and you can work on
perfecting them. If you fall behind by eight then we’ll reassess.”
    He went
through how it all worked and made arrangements with Aaron. I packed up my
stuff and drank two bottles of water.
    “You’re
wanted over the weekend. No rest for the wicked and all that. I looked at the
yes pile I left you the other day and want to check it over with you.” Aaron
handed me a sheet for of events he wanted me to do this weekend. I know it’s
busy but you don’t have to agree to all of it.”
    “It seems ok.
At least tomorrow night is free. Can Jake come?”
    “I already
handed Jake the list. He can’t do a handful but your dad will go to those
instead. Jake will be at all the TV