A FILTHY Enemy - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,8

of something different.

But it wouldn’t be different though.

It would be FILTHY LINE.

Just our way of bringing a bigger sound to a laid-back song.

Raunchy Recks hit big with the ballads on each album they released. They were considered to be the best ballad band in the world. That much I couldn’t argue with. I hated those fucking guys for a million reasons, but Neo knew how to sing a sad song.

We had our own slowed down songs too. All of which were amazing.

And even the fast stuff… it was written in a way that allowed us to slow it down and have a chilled-out moment with the fans.

In the studio, there were no fans.

It was just us.

Our music.

Our message.

And plenty of whiskey and drugs.

The top of the piano was lined with whiskey bottles and lines of something else.

“I think the basic feel works,” Sab said. “We can go all acoustic sounding here… or with pianos and strings… or we can throw in drums…”

“It has to have drums,” Nash said. “Let it be a journey. Piano leads to guitar leads to drums leads to big solos…”

“Here,” I said. “Let me try this…”

My fingers moved on the piano gently.

I wasn’t a classically trained pianist.

My lessons came from Mitchy and Linx.

We’d get drunk and high then I’d have them show me a thing here and there.

I learned all the parts needed for our songs so I could play them on stage when needed.

But to write a song…

I fumbled around the piano with the three chords Nash and Dex had come up with. Playing it on a piano with just a F, C, G sequence worked. I decided to toss in an A minor and that changed the song.

“If we want to go sad, you have to go sad,” I said to Nash.

“That’s good,” he said. He stared at his notebook. “I tried to take you home. But you went another way… away…”

Jay hit a few notes on his guitar way up the neck, making it gently scream.

It was actually getting loud for me.

So I stopped playing and stood up.

I cracked my knuckles and walked to the side of the piano.

I looked down at the perfect white lines of a bad decision and shut my eyes.

After a line of that, I grabbed a whiskey bottle and walked away.

The studio had a total cabin like feel to it.

The main area was all wood with a gas fireplace, a high ceiling and big windows.

I looked at the fire in the fireplace.

The fire in a man’s heart… a tough game to play…

Honey, you’re on the corner, singing for the night… don’t look away from me, not this time…

I touched my jaw and let out a sigh.

The writing session came to an end.

“Should we make some calls and get a little crazy going on here?” Jay offered.

“I’m getting a ride home,” Nash said. “I’ll keep working on these lyrics though.”

“Pussy…,” Sab growled under his breath.

“It’s exactly what I’m going home to enjoy,” Nash said.

“Bring Liv here,” Jay said. “So we can all enjoy her.”

Nash stepped toward Jay and Dex put his hand to Nash’s chest. “He’s fucking with you, Nash. You know that.”

“Same goes for Candice,” Jay said.

Jay cackled and turned around with his phone in his hand.

If we were going to do this, it wouldn’t be in here.

The recording studio was sacred to me.

I turned off the gas fireplace.

Nash and Dex took off.

Jay wiggled his phone at me. “Company is on its way.”

“What about the piano?” Sab asked. “There’s some leftovers over there.”

Jay looked at me and grinned.

I laughed.

“We better clean up before things get filthy.”

I wandered my way outside.

My house was loud. Full of booze, drugs, and half naked women.

God bless rock n’ roll.

I took a deep breath of the warm night air and smiled.

Above me the stars shined.

That was another cool thing about living out here.

You had a sense of being away from the world yet still being a part of it.

I kept walking and knew I was going back to the studio.

My bed was big enough to fit me and four women comfortably and here I was sneaking away to the fucking recording studio.

I’m getting as soft as Nash and Dex here…

I went into the studio and there was just one light on in the place.

It was just enough light to see the shadows of everything.

I sat my ass back down in front of the piano and started to play.

Whatever came to mind, I went with.

“Honey, you’re on the corner, singing for the night… don’t