Another alternative chapter for you.... we start to see Carl and Kevin interacting more... like the previous posting, the story is a bit "rough" in places, it would have had more work done on it had I gone with this storyline.... It also seems that Kevin's teeth left a bit to be desired!
----------------------------
On the Saturday, Carol went to the shopping centre before lunch, and purely by chance saw Kevin: he was busking for charity. Kevin hadn't spotted her, so Carol kept her distance, and listened to him playing for a while: like at the open mic night, he was both confident, and good, and Carol enjoyed listening to his singing voice. Finally, she got up, and went over to him.
"Well, hello Kevin!"
"Hey, Carol! Fancy seeing you again!"
"So, playing for charity - something special to you?"
"Yes, they helped a friend of mine, and I know they need money right now."
"Looks like you're doing pretty well so far... hey, why don't I join you for a while, see if we can earn them a bit more money!"
"That sounds good to me! I have an idea - why don't we do some CJDL songs?"
"I'm ok with that - might be simpler if I play though..."
"Good plan!". Kevin handed his guitar to Carol, who put it on, and strummed it. Guitars are often a personal thing, but Kevin knew she could trust Carol with his guitar. From Carol's perspective, it did feel a little different from hers, but she didn't let that phase her.
"Ok, I'm sure you know the words for 'Love Roundabout'" suggested Carol as she started to play the song. Just like when they had sung together at the pub, their voices worked nicely together, and by the time they had done another 3 CJDL songs, they had quite a crowd around them.
"Ok, everyone, this isn't about us, it's about raising some money for charity, so put your hands into those deep pockets, and pull out those unwanted ten and twenty pound notes, while Kevin tells you a bit about the charity, and why he's collecting for them!". Carol's enouragement had the desired effect: as Kevin explained about the charity, people were very generous (ok, maybe not the tens and twenties...), putting a load more money into the collecting tin.
"Hey, let's doing 'Blowing in the Wind' like you did last week? Everyone can join in with that one....". Once again, Carol started strumming, and Kevin and Carol led the singing, with the crowd joining in on the chorus.
"Tell you what..." said Carol, "a couple more, then I need a coffee! Anyone got a request that we might know?"
"Do you guys know 'Poker Face'?" asked someone in the crowd.
Carol looked at Kevin, saying "I know the tune, but not all the words, can you get them up on your phone?", then turning back to the crowd "ok, give us a moment to find the words....", and she started strumming. Kevin found the words, and they started to sing....
"Ok, time for a coffee!" said Carol as they finished their last song, which was a Madonna song. "Thank you all so much for donating... don't feel you must stop though!!". As Carol gave Kevin back his guitar, a couple of teenagers stood nearby, looking at Carol. She guessed they were CJDL fans, and while Jenny was SOOO much better at this than she was, she went over to them. "I'm guessing you recognise me?". The girls nodded. "Well, let me introduce you to Kevin, he's nothing to do with CJDL, he's someone I met at a music night at the pub last week, but he's good." Carol took a breath. "Something tells me you'd love to do a selfie with me..."
"Yes, please, would you mind?"
"Not at all, but one condition: when you post it online, also post a picture of this." Carol picked up the card with the charity they were collecting for. The girls first took a picture of the card, then they did selfies with Carol. "And I really think you should do one with Kevin in too... come on, Kevin!"
----
"Hey, I'm sorry if I sort of took over there..." said Carol about a quarter of an hour later. They were sat in a small (non-chain) cafe having coffees and some sandwiches.
"Nah, that was fine - I'd already been playing there for an hour and a half, and I must admit, I'm glad you came along, coz I was thinking about stopping. I usually just play by myself, but I actually enjoyed us singing together!"
"And it raised you a load more money..."
"That too! And it was good fun. You know, Carol, you're nothing like I presumed pop stars like you would be."
"As I said down the pub, normality is good for me. Tell you what, I had more fun singing with you there than I might, had I gone out for the evening. And a lot less hassle."
"You handled those two girls nicely."
"Without our fans, we'd be nobodies. Jenny is really great with her fans, the rest of us are quite reclusive by comparison. Hey, I wonder if they've posted anything yet?" They both spent a minute or two scanning various social media sites.
"Here you go: she posted the one with both of us in, and mentioned your charity.... that should give them a bit more exposure! Anyway, I got some questions for you."
"Go on..."
"Well, the other night you said you work at a supermarket, but would like to be a musician: you serious about wanting to be a musician?"
"Yes and no. The idea is great, but I just worry about what my life would be like. I mean, we all hear about the glamourous side, but I'm guessing there's also a downside to it all?"
"Yeah. I think we're very lucky: Jenny's mum and dad are our managers - and always have been - and they have been very good at making sure we don't get messed around or ripped off. In return, we try not to be stupid, so for example any riders we make when we're working are pretty sensible, that sort of stuff. We also try hard to respect the people who work with us - we know that without them we'd be nothing... I'm thinking about road crew, and all the tech guys in the studios and that sort of stuff. And the fans too, I guess, they are all 'part of the job'. Yeah, there's always the crap.... like hanging around, waiting to go on stage or on on TV , or just all the travelling. And staying in faceless hotels. But we all just come alive when we perform, just like I've seen you do, and that makes it all worthwhile."
"I can understand that. What about things like record deals?"
"That's where having a good manager comes in, someone who has your best interests at heart, and isn't trying to rip you off. We get on well with our record company, but they love us, we keep them in business. I suspect that smaller artists don't get it so easy, maybe they signed up without a manager, and they got ripped off. I'm guessing you don't have a manager?"
"No, and I have no idea how I would go about finding one...".
"Maybe I can help you on that one.... as long as you're serious about making music your life? And it IS your life, you can't just walk away from it when your shift ends... You just saw that with those girls. Ok, here's another question: do you want to be a singer-songwriter, just doing your own stuff, or would you feel ok playing stuff written by other people? I guess I'm asking if you just want to be a performer, or a music creator too."
"Whoa, heavy questions. I really love performing, knowing that the audience are enjoying what I'm playing. I enjoy writing my own stuff, but it's hard. I'm reasonably ok with the music, but I have problems with the lyrics. So I guess I enjoy both bits really".
Carol chuckled. "You sound like you're a bit like Jenny: she's amazing at coming up with the music, but she's just terrible at working out the words to go with it... but she understands that, and let's me and Dianne work on the lyrics. By comparison, I'm not quite so good with the music. Of course, we all love singing, whether it's to a crowd, or in church."
"You guys sing in church? That must be a bit different!"
"Yes, it is, but just as exciting. But we all realised that we've been blessed with an amazing skill, so we use it to earn our living by entertain others, but also use it to thank God for giving us those skills in the first place."
They continued chatting about various things related to music.
"Ok, Kevin, a couple of questions... first of all, what you got planned for the rest of this afternoon?"
"Not a lot... why?"
"Would you like to meet up with our manager, Jenny's dad, if I can arrange it. You can sit and ask him any questions you have..."
"Yes, that would be good."
"Final question: do you have a tune in your head you need some words for? If so, how would you like to have a go working with me to see what we can come up with?".
The final question made Kevin smile (letting Carol once again see his terrible teeth!). "Yes, I'd like that...."
"Ok, let me make a couple of calls....". Carol got her phone out, and made the first call. "Hey, Callum, you at home?.... oh, great... is your dad at home too?..... oh, excellent, I'll call him. In the meantime, any chance you could set up the music room for two of us, vocals and acoustic guitars?.... I'll explain when we see you.... thanks Callum!". Then the next call: "Ah, hi Brian, I don't suppose you're free for a bit this afternoon, are you?...... Oh, good. look, I've met a musician called Kevin, and I think you could give him a lot of good advice, so I was hoping....... yeah, thanks Brian! We're in Croydan at the moment, so we'll be over in what... 45 minutes???...... ok, see you then!"
"I'm guessing Brian is your manager?" asked Kevin.
"Yup, he's Jenny's dad, Callum is Jenny's brother, he's going to get the music room ready for us."
They finished their coffees, and Carol followed Kevin back to his home, so he could leave his car there, then Carol drove them both over to Jenny's parent's place. On the way they chatted. There was one thing that Carol wanted to talk to Kevin about. 'The elephant in the room'. (or was it in the car?). Yes, Kevin's teeth.
"Kevin, I'm not sure how to start this conversation, and I'm hoping what I say doesn't offend you, but...."
"What?"
"Your teeth!"
"My teeth?"
"Yes, your teeth. Let me just say it: they are a mess!". Kevin said nothing: he wasn't quite sure what the right response was. "Look, when you're performing, looks are pretty important. Yeah, there's plenty of performers out there whose teeth aren't exactly perfect, but yours are... shit, how do I put it?"
"Pretty terrible?" suggested Kevin.
"Yeah, that will do. How come you never got anything done as a kid?"
"It's a bit of a long story..."
"Ok, you can tell me another day. And I'm guessing that getting them fixed as an adult is pretty low on your budget?"
"Yeah, things like food seem to come first, I'm not exactly highly paid..."
"If you COULD afford it, would you get them fixed?"
"Hell, yeah! But how will I ever afford it? Even if I start to get somewhere with my music, I don't imagine I'll earn a lot to start with."
"No, probably not. Tell you what though, leave it with me... I'm sure I can work something out!"
Whilst Kevin hadn't worried too much about his teeth as a kid (well, for a start, they weren't anywhere near as bad back then), as an adult he had become rather more self-conscious of them. He always tried his best to hide his teeth with his lips, but that wasn't always possible. And he was pretty sure that his bad teeth had lost him at least a couple of potential girlfriends.
As for 'working something out', Carol needed to have a word with Brian about it: she was thinking that, if they took Kevin 'under their wings' so to speak, it might be that the band could sponsor him (maybe even tax deductable!), and if not that, maybe she could afford it herself: Brian would know the state of her and their finanaces.
They stopped talking, so Kevin suggested turning on the radio, which Carol was quite happy with. The DJ was just chatting, then played the next record, an older one which Carol ahd heard before, and quite like: Joan Osborne's 'One of us'. As she listened to it, she had a feeling that it was a song that maybe CJDL should maybe take a look at.
Finally, Carol pulled into the driveway. Jenny's parents lived in a pretty large house: they had bought it a couple of years ago, after the band had their first hit, and the girls had actually put some of their money into the place too, and it became a place where they could all go to, and practice / work on their music together. Plus there were enough bedrooms for them all to stay there when they did so. Very conveniently, out the back there was an 'outhouse' which had been previously modernised, and the girls used it as their 'music room', with the advantage that it was detached from the house, as well as sufficiently far from the neighbours, that the noise from their music didn't annoy anyone.
"Nice place!" said Kevin as Carol turned off the engine. Carol had explained on the way about why it was actually so big.
"So, welcome to CJDL mansions!" said Carol, joking. She rang the bell, but then walked straight in. Moments later, an older lady walked into the hall.
"Hi Carol, always nice to see you, come on in...."
"Hi Lisa, this is Kevin... Kevin, this is Jenny's mum, Lisa...".
"Brian said to expect you, he's in the lounge. I'll assume you'd both like a cuppa?"
"Why not?". Carol led Kevin into the lounge, and introduced Kevin to Brian, then explained how she had met Kevin, and how he was maybe interested in going professional, but needed some advice.
"Tell you what, I have a recording of when we sang together last week...". She got her tablet out, and searched the band's cloud account, where all the recordings on their portable recorders were automatically backed up. "Here we go....". As the song played, Lisa returned with five cups of tea, along with Callum, both of whom listened quietly until the song ended.
"Pretty good!" said Callum, "So, you gonna introduce us?"
"Kevin, this is Callum, Jenny's bother...".
"Hi Kevin, nice to meet you." said Callum shaking his hand. "Music room is set up for you," he addded, turning to Carol. "You need me there?"
"Thanks Callum. Probably not initially, I was thinking we would try working on something new to start with. I can call you if I need you, if that's ok?"
"Sure, I'll probably be playing PUBG up in my room!". Callum was a very typical technical person. When they were on tour, he was their 'go-to' person in the tech crew, and in his spare time, he went and met other bands, and played online games. Oh, and drank beer, but that really goes without saying. Carol quite liked Callum, and to be honest, if they didn't have such an important professional relationship, she might have fancied him.
Carol explained to everyone that she felt that Kevin probably had enough potential to go professional, but really needed to understand what was involved. "I'm thinking that next on the list after being a good enough musician, Kevin needs a manager, to help him on his journey.. so Brian, I was hoping you could share your experience with him.... and maybe.... would you be willing to be his manager?"
Over the next hour or so, all five of them chatted, helping Kevin to understand the realities of being a professional musician. Along the way, Brian offered his services as Kevin's manager.
"Thank you guys so much for that... it's a lot to think about"
"Yes, it is, but at least you now know what you're getting in to, it was a bit of a shock for us at times. So, want to go and 'make some music together'?" asked Carol, smiling at the double entendre.
Carol took Kevin out to the 'Music Room'.
"Oh, cool!" said Kevin as he walked in. Whilst not huge, there was plenty of space for the 4 members of CJDL to work in, and then some. There were several small guitar amplifiers, several electric and acoustic guitars, an electric drum kit, some keyboards, and loads of mics and stands. Over at one side was a desk, which had a multi-channel mixer, a couple of tablets, and a couple of laptops on it, and a printer to the side. There was a big TV on the wall too, with a set of 3 settees in front of it. Over near the desk, Callum had set up 4 mics and a couple of chairs, and had left some headphones over the backs of the chairs.
"We use this place for all sorts of things. Developing our songs. Practising before a tour. Recording demos. We did look at the costs of building a full recording studio, but decided there were better things we could do with the money, but this lets us do pretty much everything else. It's nice and quiet and tidy now, but it gets a bit of a mess when we're rehearsing." She grabbed one of the tablets, along with the small portable recorder, then led Kevin over to the settees.
Whilst Kevin had his guitar with him, Carol went over and grabbed one of the spare ones. Usually when the girls did any serious work here, they brought their own guitars etc with them, but these were some older bits that they left there, specifically for times like this.
"So, what's with the recorder? I saw you had one at the pub the other night too..."
"We leart some time ago to always record ourselves when we're working on something, for several reasons. The main one is that sometimes you're just messing around, and come up with an idea... then later - maybe days later - you try and remember exactly what you did. Sometimes you do something, then later want to play it to someone else - which is of course what I did earlier on. And then there's copyright..."
"Copyright?"
"Yeah, anything we record get thrown up automatically to the cloud, all time and date stamped. That's got us out of at least TWO possibly expensive copyright clashes.... we could prove when we first had our ideas."
"Oh, right, yeah, makes a lot of sense"
"So, I thought we could relax here, strum away, then if we come up with anything, we can go and record it over there... You said you had a couple of songs you were working on.... " said Carol, leaning over to start the recorder.
"Yes, I did....". Kevin started to play a very simple melody, humming as he played.
"Nice... anything specific you're thinking about as you play it?"
"Umm, nothing specific. But feelings of.... well, warmth..."
"Warmth as in temperature, or as in some sort of relationship?"
"Relationship warmth, being with someone..."
"Ok. Any particular words?"
"No, not really..."
"Ok, play it a couple more times, let me soak it in....". Kevin played it through a few more times, as Carol leaned back, with her eyes closed.
"Any ideas?" asked Kevin when he stopped a few minutes later.
"Well, there's 'sitting with you' in there somewhere.... kinda like we are now... play it again, let me grab it on the tablet...". As Kevin played it the next time, the tablet converted the music to musical notation, which Carol then looked at for a while. In the same way that you or I could look at a printed page, and understand what it said, Carol could look at the music on the tablet, and it played in her head.
Carol picked up the guitar she had taken earlier, then strummed it and quickly tuned it. "Let me play it with you this time....". This time, Carol sang 'sitting with you' and a few other words, as they played together. "Again....". This time there were a few more words. She grabbed a piece of paper, and wrote the words down, before she forgot them.
"I'm thinking it's a conversation between two people..." explained Carol. They spent the next couple of hours sitting there, playing the melody, adding more words, changing a few notes her, adding some extra notes there. They were completely immersed in what they were doing. "Ok, one more time, then I need a break...." said Carol.
Once more, they played the tume and sang the words. As they got to the end, they heard clapping from over by the door. Carol looked up, to see Jenny and Ben standing just inside the door.
"It's sounding good...." said Jenny.
"How long have you been there then?"
"Only a few minutes, but long enough to hear that last play through... it's nice! So I'm guessing this is Kevin then?" said Jenny as she and Ben walked over.
"Yes, this is Kevin. Kevin, meet Jenny and Ben". Kevin was quite uprepared for Jenny just turning up, and he was a little awestruck.
"Hi, er.... Jenny... Ben..." said Kevin with a slight smile.
"So what brings you here then?" asked Carol.
"Pure chance, we were out and about, and I just suggested we drop by to see mum and dad. Callum said you met Kevin at an open mic night... sounds fun!"
"Tell you what, it's so nice playing to such a small and appreciative audience! You should come along sometime!". Carol went on to explain how she'd met Kevin, and how she ended up busking with him earlier on.
"Anyway, I need a break... hey, Ben, why don't you have a chat with Kevin, while Jenny and I get us some coffees... or would you prefer a beer?". Both Ben and Kevin said they'd like coffee, so Carol went off with Jenny.
"So, just professional, or is there a personal interest in him too?" asked Jenny once they were out of earshot
"Just professional... for the moment anyway. He's actually nice company, and a reasonable performer too, and I'd like to see if he's up for the challenge of the next step."
"He's fairly good looking too... well, apart from the teeth!"
"Trust YOU to notice THAT!"
"Come on, now I have braces, I notice everyone else's teeth... which reminds me, how's your braces doing?"
"Yeah, I picked it up last week, and I'm wearing it every night, plus a bit more when I'm at home. Look, about Kevin, and his teeth.. yes, his teeth are pretty bad... and if things work out, I was wondering if maybe we could all sort-of 'sponsor' him for getting braces?"
"I guess between four of us it wouldn't cost us too much, so yeah, worth discussing". By now, they were in the small kitchen next to the music room, filling up the kettle. "So, I'm guessing you're having a go at writing something together?"
"Yeah, that's the idea. Seems he's a bit like you: better at the music than the words... so I'm trying to come up with some lyrics. It amazingly hard when you try writing with someone you don't know. I know your sort of music well, and it's relatively easy. It was quite a bit harder the other week with Linda, but at least we have a certain amount of 'commonality', but I know so little about Kevin's musical roots..."
"But I'm guessing that hard means interesting too?"
"Oh, yeah, definitely"
"Well, I hope you're not planning on abandoning the the three of us?" asked Jenny with a big smile. They made the coffes, and took them back to the Music Room. Having put the coffees down, Jenny went over and grabbed another acoustic guitar, quickly tuned it, and passed it to Ben, then grabbed the one that Carol had been using.
"Come on, Ben, you have to perform to an audience at SOME point!" said Jenny. "I've been tutoring Ben a bit, and we have a song we can sing together.."
"Oh, excellent! Nice one, Ben! Let's hear it then...".
Jenny and Ben sat down on the settee, guitars in hand: it was very clear that Ben was a bit nervous. Playing to Carol wasn't so bad, but he hardly knew Kevin. He strummed the guitar a couple of times. "Ready Ben? One... two... three...." Ben and Jenny started to play together, then started to sing a simple duet: it wasn't anything that Carol recognised, so she guessed it was one that they had written together.
"Tell you what," said Carol when they finished, "you should feel proud of yourself, Ben, that was very good! You ought to come with Jenny to the Open Mic Night sometime and sing it! You're better than some of the people who perform there!"
They all chatted a while, Jenny and Carol played one of the songs Carol had been doing the words for, then Jenny and Ben left, leaving Carol and Kevin to work on their song a bit more.
On the drive back to Kevin's, Carol asked him when he was working that week. "Ok, so you're not working on Monday: would you like to come to my place, and work on that song a bit more?". Carol had decided that she could trust Kevin knowing where she lived. "Tell you what, come over for lunch, and we can spend the afternoon working on it..."
====
Now that Carol had the melody in her head, as well as a copy of the actual music, she was able to spend some time on the Sunday working on the lyrics. That was the way of writing: sometimes you needed to be with someone else, other times it worked better when you were by yourself.
On the Monday, after lunch, Carol played Kevin what she'd done. "
====
<Call other girls, tell them about Kevin and braces....>
"Ok, so before we go, I have a question for you all." said Carol. The four girls were having one of their regular online chats, catching up on any gossip, but more importantly updating each other on the various bits of music each was working on. Oh, yeah, coordinating diaries to, but that's pretty boring! "By now you all know that I'm working with a guy called Kevin, and whilst he's a nice guy, plays and sings well, and seems to be able to write tunes, his teeth rather let him down".
"Yeah, I'll vouch for that!" said Jenny. Jenny explained that she and Ben had dropped by her parents, and had met Kevin, as well as hear him sing. "You thought my teeth were bad...."
"Yes, we met him when we went to that Open Mic night, didn't we?" added Linda. "He was probably the best singer there... well, apart from us, of course! But yeah, he definitely has a problem with his teeth"
"So, if he's going to get anywhere, his teeth need to look a lot better than they are, so he's gonna need to get braces. The problem is he works at a supermarket, so he ain't going to afford to get braces himself any time soon. So, how would we all feel about sponsoring him, as a group? I had a word with Brian, and he reckons it would be tax deductible, so that would drop the cost to us quite a bit."
"I'm definitely up for it!" said Jenny.
"Fine by me! It's always nice to be able to use our money to do something good." said Linda, "what do you think, Dianne?"
"Go for it. I mean, even if it's as much as, say, 4 grand, that's only a thousand each."
"Ok, thank you all! I think Kevin will be getting a bit of a surprise, he has no idea I've been planning this."