Page 56 of Wylder and the Secret Rockstar
“I have a partner I have to work with, but we’ve been writing the lyrics together. The music is mine though. But Becks, please don’t say it’s great because you think you have to. I have to perform this crap live on stage to the whole school, so give it to me straight. I can take it.”
“I’m serious, Wylder. It’s good. Really good.”
“I just hear so many mistakes when I listen to it.”
“Of course you do, you’re in the creation process, and it’s not perfect yet, but the bones are there, and it’s solid.”
“Are you sure you’re not just saying that?”
“Listen, Wylds, I’m going to give you a little insight I wish someone would have given me ages ago. It would have saved me a lot of sleepless nights.”
Wylder snorted into the phone. “Becks, you’ve never lost sleep a day in your life.”
“Okay, that’s true, but it would have saved me a lot of second-guessing. As an artist, you’re never going to be satisfied with your work. You’re always going to hear the imperfections because a song will rarely achieve your vision. It does happen sometimes, but most of the time, the finished product will sound like crap to you.”
“Uh … thanks?” Wylder’s shoulders drooped.
“What you have to understand is as a musician, you are your biggest critic. You will always find something wrong with your songs. But I’m telling you, Wylds, what I just listened to was beautiful. Yeah, it’s a work in progress, but it’s there, kid. Listen to your gut and finish this song because it’s the most authentically Wylder thing I’ve heard since theAnonymousdays. And I miss that version of my super cool little sister.”
“Thanks, Becks.”
“I know it hurt you when I left Twin Rivers, Wylder.” His voice grew serious for a moment.
“You had to go find your dream. I get that.” Wylder’s throat felt tight, and she wasn’t sure she was ready to have this conversation.
“And you’re going to find yours too. I have faith in you, sis. Now go finish this song so I can brag about my little sister to everyone I know.”
“Ugh, don’t do it, Becks.”
“I’m so proud of you, Wylder.”
“Don’t you dare say it, Beckett.”
“I knew that class would be good for you.”
“I told you not to go there.”
“I told you so, but you never listen to me.”
“And you’ve ruined it.” Wylder rolled her eyes, but a huge grin split her face.
“Well, it’s true. You should listen to your big brother more often.”
“Shut up, Becks.”
“I mean I’m just an international celebrity, but what do I know?”
Wylder laughed. Her brother was a goof, but he was the best. She’d just never tell him that. “Bye, Becks.”
“Go make music, Wylds.”
16
"It's not possible." Wylder rolled over in her bed after listening to the cobbled together track for the hundredth time.
Pulling her laptop toward her, she opened the browser and typed in the question nagging her. "Do twins have identical singing voices?"
She thought she knew the answer just from being around music her entire life. Scrolling through the results, she read answer after answer. A few claimed they could, but most were pretty adamant that twins normally sounded at least somewhat different.
