Of course it made a difference whether you were singing at home, in the shower or simply in your room to your favorite song. Like sitting in a real little recording studio and being watched by a real music producer.
"You don't need to be nervous at all. We only record a few ... what should I call it, rehearsal songs. Not entire songs. And you will also sing individually. That means you just have to concentrate on your song and your song . ", Richard was leading the young singers into the basement of the house. Where five small recording studios were hiding. "You can come in here at any time to practice. Because you can't get to the main house that easily.", He smiled.
The small rooms were kept in red and black, here and there you could see some real wood. In the recording rooms, the wall paneling was covered with red velvet. So that the whole thing looked terribly pompous. Small LED lamps were embedded in the walls and provided light in the windowless basement. The lamps made everything look much warmer again.
"Why are there so many rooms here?" - "Imagine, Tamie is practicing, NM practicing, Kim and Alex want to go through their part again and you want to practice a little." - "I can do that in my room too." - "The acoustics are better here.", Richard let himself fall into his armchair behind the mixer and looked at his singers. "Today we get to know the voices of you and see what we can do with you. Who wants to start?"
As soon as he had spoken, Emma's hand shot up. "Me!" - "Okay, which song would you like to sing?" - "No matter which one?" - "Yes, no matter ..." - "Then from Rihanna, California King Bed." - "Okay, then once in the adjacent one, please Space, put on the middle microphone and the headphones. "
Emma, ​​determined to show everyone, went into the adjoining room and put on the headphones. And already heard the melody she loved so much. The French woman slowly closed her eyes and moved her head in time to the music. She knew this song inside out, after all, Rihanna was her great idol.
"Chest to chest, nose to nose, palm to palm, we were always just that close, wrist to wrist, toe to toe ...", she began at the perfect point, but was braked immediately.
"Emma?" - "Yes?" - "Um", Richard thought for a moment how he could best express it. But before he could find the right words, Kim got ahead of him. "That was shit, totally wrong, you didn't hit a note." - "It wasn't that bad." Richard contradicted and then looked back at Emma. "Just try again, it's really different to stand here than at home.", He smiled encouragingly and Emma started again.
"Chest to chest, nose to nose, palm to palm, we were always just that close, wrist to wrist, toe to toe ...", she carefully opened her eyes, and Richard nodded towards her.Yes, it was, that's what it had to sound like. "... Lips that felt just like the inside of a rose. So how come when I reach out my fingers. It feels like more than distance between us ..."
"That's enough Emma, ​​thanks." Richard beamed up over both ears. He wanted something like that, that's what it should sound like. "Who wants now?" - "Since sooner or later I have to anyway, I'll go now." Alex said and swapped places with Emma.
"You did well Emma.", The producer smiled at the French woman as she joined the others again.
"I want The Time from the Black Eyed Peas." - "Anything you want. But you probably only sing Fergie's part, right?", A nod from Alex.
"I've had the time of my life And I've never felt this way before And I swear this is true And I owe it all to you You-you-you-you-you You-you-you-you-you You-you-you-you-you-you-yyyy-you ... Dirty bit, Dirty bit ... "
Before she could continue singing, however, the door to the vestibule was thrown open and she was totally off the mark.
"What's that supposed to be?", Tamie slammed a few sheets of paper on the button, furious. Richard looked at this for a moment. "These are grades ..." - "Yes, but for what ..." - "A duet?" - "With Justin Bieber ... I'll repeat it again, Justin ... Bieber." - "And next?", Richard did not understand the problem.
"That damages your reputation." - "Thank you Harry, at least someone who understands me. I will not, never in my whole life sing with this gay toddler who has not yet reached puberty. I would rather die!" - "I see as well. ”Harry didn't know why he interfered. But he found it kind of funny.
"I beg you Tamie. Now you are unfair." - "Yes, at least he can't help it that he was not yet through puberty." - "Alex! He is a good artist, even if he has an unusually high voice . Do you feel threatened by him or why are you making such a fuss? "
"Why do I do such a theater? God, he asks why I do such a theater ..." - "If I were on a stage again after 1 ½ years, I wouldn't necessarily want Justin Bieber there either." - "Before I would have liked to have known all of this beforehand and not first had to find out from these incompetent songwriters. ", Tamie pushed her hair back from her face. "Why this kid? Why not NM?"
"Because NM are working on their own new album." - "And? What does that have to do with it. I will tell you now and if I have to, I will also give it to you in writing. I will not - I will not repeat - Sing with Justin Bieber. Not under torture, not when it came to my life. Maybe, but only very maybe if it was about the lives of Hidan and Peach, but if you go that far because of Justin Bieber, then I'll find one new manager ... I'm going to write myself now. "With these words she turned around and left the studio.
"I hate it when she does that."-" Understandable, with Justin Bieber. "-" Justin is a good artist, the girls love him and ... "-" The boys hate him. "-" Tamie would have a little kick in the ass. "-" She doesn't need anyone, she can do it on her own. "-" You are confident. "-" People haven't forgotten about them, don't worry. "Harry was about to roll a cigarette again when Richard stopped him." Not here, no windows ... "
So the Englishman slipped the tobacco back into his pocket and then went to the other room. "Now I'll show you how it works ..."

It was much easier with the artists. Peach was immobilized with a lollipop and meanwhile the four of them were pushing the third shopping cart in front of them. But Nathe is already not as happy as he should be. Because one thing was still missing. He had the best pencils and incredibly expensive coal, but that wasn't what he needed.
"What's wrong Nathe?" - "Nothing is okay." - "Tell me if you are still missing something." - "Well. I draw with pencils." - "More pencils?" - "With Ikea pencils ..." , Maria was actually struck by this statement. Where was the next Ikea?
"There's no IKEA in LA.", Konan threw in and looked at Nathe, she seemed nervous because her fingers were clearly trembling. "And I don't know where the next one is." - "We don't have time for today." - "I just mean."
Nathe looked closely at the blue-haired woman. Was that just the nicotine stop or was there more? After all, her boyfriend was a stoner.
"Nathe?" - "Hm?" - "I asked if it was okay if I get you the pencils tomorrow." - "No, uh yes ... that means, I don't necessarily need them.", While he was talking was his look lowered, but not because he was ashamed or something like that, no, it was a quirk of his, he never looks you in the face - pretty girls excluded - shoes were much more interesting.
"I will.", Maria smiled at him and then turned to Giovanna. "And you?" - "Desirably happy," grinned the Italian. "Well, then we can go to the checkout."
With these words, Maria made her way to the other end of the shop, where the cash registers were. But she was quickly forced to take a break, as Nathe and Gio both stood spellbound in front of a shelf.
"What's the matter with you two?" She asked and walked over to the two of them. What she saw made her grin. There were posters on the shelf. Poster of her. Your pictures, your photos, your models and and and.
"You will soon have something like that too ..." she laughed softly and pulled them both along. "But before that happens, we have to get to the cash register first.", And so she continued on her way.

The rest of the morning was quite unspectacular. Maria and her artists paid and then tried to get everything into the car. While the singers discussed with Richard about Justin Bieber's incompetence.And who they definitely didn't want to sing with. And that went on until lunch.
Nathe was already sitting at the table, with his pad and his last IKEA pencil, drawing. Across from him, Tamie sat and had again taken half the table for herself and her music sheets. She was writing a song and Nathe thought she looked simply breathtaking. Sure, she was married and had a daughter, but hey, all that could be changed. And so the two sat there, both absorbed in their work, while the others ran around them, argued, played, sang, or helped Maria in the kitchen.
Until Peach came out of the garden with some flowers and gave them to Tamie. The little one laughed and beamed at her mom.
"Thank you my angel", she smiled, took the flowers and got up.
"Hey ..." - "What?" - "I wasn't finished ..." - "I'll be right back ...", with these words she went into the kitchen, she was already used to that, she was constantly being drawn, by Konan, from her mom, or from anyone else who was just there. But that didn't make her sit motionless for a long time, on the contrary, she had her things to do and she did that too.
"Mom? Would you put it in a vase, please?" - "If you clear the table slowly." - "Yes, of course ...", the 22 year old sighed softly and went back to the dining room, where she sat down again, two last ones Wrote notes and then began to put everything together neatly.
A short time later, the meal was on the table and everyone was seated. Justin Bieber was still discussed.
"I would never ..." - "Me neither." - "That's an impertinence." - "Exactly.", Emma and Yuki seemed