28 Voice of an Angel (1/2)

You head back to the recording room where Christina Aguilera was.

It had been almost an hour since you were there, and you hoped that she is still there.

Marks follows you closely behind. He wasn't sure why he had listened to you and your antic. Perhaps it was because you surprised him with your songwriting skills.

In his experience, it was not easy crafting such a beautiful lyric. It is even more so for you as you have no experience as a songwriter.

You peek inside the recording room when you got there and find it completely empty. It is somewhat expected, considering how much time and money it cost to record an audition tape.

Mark also looks inside the room. ”So, what are we doing here?”

”Looking for an angel.”

You answer nonchalantly and head back outside. You go and check the common room. Many people are there, but not the ones you are looking for.

Christina must have left with her parents. You could find someone else as singer or leave it for another day. However, that would be giving up.

You want Christina to sing your song, and you must try your best to do so.

You recall how many people were there in the recording room before, watching her and listening in on her voice. They must have been impressed by her vocal just like you have.

You decide to be bold and stand up on a table in the common room.

”Can I have all of your attention please!”

Once everyone looks at you, you continue.

”Does anyone have Mr. or Mrs. Aguilera's phone number? Please give them a call as their daughter has left some of her belongings behind in the recording room. Thank you very much.”

You get off the table and head back out of the common room. Some people take out their phone and begin dialing.

Mark glares at you disapprovingly. He didn't say anything until he notices that you are heading back to the recording room from before.

”Dude, you can go there and wait. I don't have time to idle around like you.”

You nod in understanding.

”Okay. I will see you back in your room later.”

When you are back in the recording room, you take a seat and begin waiting.

Since Christina and her parents had recently left the studio, they shouldn't be long coming back. You will give them about half an hour before finding someone else.

While you are stubborn and must have things your way, you aren't beyond reasons. You will find ways to achieve your goals and meet the same ends.

It is still better to have things as you envisioned. You envisioned Christina singing your song. It might be strange for a little girl to do so, but it is also an experiment to see the extend of your ability.

Since there is no one in the room, you decide to take out your reward for composing your first song.

With a thought, the golden chest materialized in your hands. You slowly opened it and found a black notebook within.

The golden chest vanishes the moment you took the notebook out of the chest.

”I wish I can keep…”

You close your mouth immediately. Despite how much you wish the chest remains behind, you should never say it out loud with the System listening in.

The bastard thing tries to have you bang your mother.

Letting out a heavy sigh, you look at the notebook in your hands and tries to read the title. It was in a language you have never seen before. You are sure that it isn't in any known language in the world.

You open the notebook and found there was nothing inside. Just empty lined white pages.

”What am I supposed to do with this? Write the name of people I hate in here and see if they have a heart attack in 40 seconds?”

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”Yeah, yeah, I know.”

You put the book into your inventory as leaving it around is too dangerous. It obviously isn't a normal notebook no matter its appearance.

You didn't want to test the notebook out by writing names inside. You might accidently become Kira if you did.

About 15 minutes later, the door open. A man and a woman head inside. Behind them are several of their children. One of them is who you are looking for.

”Excuse me, I had received a call that my daughter left something here.”

You smile and get off the seat.

”Pardon me, Mr. and Mrs. Aguilera.”

You greet them politely. Luckily you are wearing professionally due to the meeting at Lucasfilm earlier in the day.