Chapter 4: Band club Tour Pt.1

Waaa.. what what? Did somebody saw me getting pulled like that? That will definitely be misinterpreted.

I looked around and surprised. I'm inside a deeply lit room. It is also air conditioned. I looked around to find the culprit and found her standing in front of the door, smirking. It's Christine.

Her smile made creeps run up my back. My heartbeat has been thumping the hardest since my inception. Am I gonna pop it in a basement?

Her arms opened wide and seemingly about to pounce towards me. My body reacted instinctively. 

"Welcome to Band Club!!!"

"Kyaaa!!! Noooooo!"

"Huhh?!"

"Huhh?!"

I looked at her through the gap of my fingers. She's wearing this questioning expression on her face. She was probably shocked over my reaction to her greeting. But in my case, I still haven't processed what she just said.

I looked around and there I saw a giant screen monitor mounted on top around the left side of the room. A DAW is currently displayed without any tracks in it. Totally bare. There is also a set of studio monitors on the left and right part of the screen. There is also a digital Mixer, a professional one that costs a lot. 

I walked towards it and there's a window glass. I looked towards it and what's there is a recording room. There is a drum set in the middle, the snake like wires, sets of studio headphones and wall acoustics to tame the vibrations. 

Unconsciously did I walk backwards without knowing and suddenly, i stepped on sometjig hand which made unbalanced.

"Ohh. Are you okay?"

"Yeah yeah! I stepped on something hard. I wonder what it is?"

"Oh that! We call that the center."

I looked at the hard bump and there is a 5 nails stabbed towards the floor.

"The former moderator hammered them there to be the mark to be be at the center of the sounds of those monitors. I'm surprised how you find that center at your own. Unconsciously at that. If the old man saw you do that he would accept you under him right away. Only those who could find the center are allowed to be here in control room."

"Center, huh? I didn't expect a school could have such studio. This is almost at par with professional studios."

Lookig at those stuffs around, this room would probably cost so much. That digital Mixer would alone is enough to buy a brand new Japanese car or a low cost house and lot. Not to mention, I saw a big black table like thing on the side, I think that's a grand piano.

"Oh thise stuffs? Those stuffs are donated by some parents during the golden years. Specially those parents who's kids were part of this club. Come, I'll show you around."

She opened the door which I think connects towards the recording room. She held the door open before closing it after I come inside. The door closed automatically. 

"Here is the recording studio. The plugs are on the floor if you want it to run it directly and not through amp. And uhh, there's the drums. And the spares and other types of cymbals and kits are hidden on this cabinet." She went towards the cabinet on the left and opened it, there were cases inside which stores the kits well, and cymbals were kept neatly as well. The cases were even labeled.

"But here is my favorite here."

She opened a small case and inside it was a Maracas. She shook happily. But I'm not sure if she's just doing it just the way she want it or she just can't do the right beat.

"See? Aren't I cool? But they never let me even record the maracas part of their covers or songs. *Shake shake*" she frowned as if a toy was taken from her.

"What are you trying to play?

"So, happy birthday."

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"Ahh... Ha haha.. you're doing well."

"Right?" She shook it again but the beat is much way off this time. Well, as long as she is happy with what she was doing. 

I understand now why they didn't want her to do it even the maracas part. She just suck at it. Never seen someone be that off from the beat.

After having her fill of fun, she kept the maracas to it's case and close the storage door. 

"And next is this things."

We headed to another storage door on the other side. And upon opening it, my mouth opened as well. If treasures are real, this is it! Behind that are amps and cabinets. Almost all of the amps that are specialized for each sounds needed. Clean, gain, blues, there are even amp which are only used for metal music.

"Here are the amps and cabinets which they call such as. Well I call them speakers. I don't really know why they are called such as. Aren't they the same?"

I touched the knobs and even turned them. Dusts were piling up, I wonder how long was these things left untouched? Just by flicking on the mesh, thich dusts started to scatter around.

"When was the last time you tried clwaning these things?"

There were also boxes that were kept well. Opening one of it, it's a Rode Condenser mic. There are about more than dozen of mic bags laying around, all covered in dust. I'm pretty sure it is protected but still, I've never seen this much mics in the same storage room.

"Uhh... Every... Year."

Liar.

But to be honest, I'm quite impressed. But isn't this too much just for student's use?

"By the way? Is this place being rent to other professional?"

"Actually, no. The School administration was against of renting any school facilities to anyone. But there had been an exceptions in the past such as when an Alumni, an S rank Singer had to record her song while she was here in the city. The old man sent her a demo of a song made by one of the old band club members. After she liked the demo, they recorded everything here for almost a week and got published. The admin was very supportive at that time because having the name of the school on the credits will be credited to him as well. But since then, this place is just being used by students."

"I see." 

If only they rent this place instead, for sure it will rake so much money as club funds. But that might be just a pipe dream. 

"I wonder, have you ever tried to record orchestral piece here?"

Seeing the size of this recording studio, surely this could easily fit a chamber orchestra and there will be much more space. This is almost the size of a half court. 

"Hmm, in my 7 years in this club, this place never used to record an orchestra. But the song that was recorded had an orchestral parts and it was recorded in the Classical club."

"What? There's are other studios in this school?"

"Yeah. Classical club has bigger studio actually. Fitting symphony orchestra there, evere twice of it."

I see. That makes sense. There do really need much bigger place than this, for sure their equipments are complete as well.

"Light music club has their own as well."

Kill me.

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