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One Voice
Written By: J
A Venus Fan Fiction Crew Production
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Larai Dylan strolled through the glass double doors of Jive Records with a
weary and bleak outlook. Traffic had been long and endless causing her to be
late for work and her now ex-boyfriend, Rick, found the perfect opportunity
to tell her that 'things weren't working.' She sighed out of frustration.
Another chapter in her life came to a close. The thoughts were eagerly
pushed out of her head to maintain a professional demeanor.

Her long, silky black hair fell in waves down her back as she rounded the
corner of the long corridor. She entered the last door on the right
revealing a spacious recording studio. The various lamps that hung from the
ceiling illuminated the room with a bright glow. Her sky blue eyes adjusted
to the light surveying the area and noticed a few familiar faces as she took
her seat in front of the switchboard.

"Hey Hula Girl." A soft gentle voice called out referring to Larai's Hawaiian heritage.

"Hey Hannah, did I miss anything?" She inquired to her co-worker as she spun
in her swivel chair to face her direction with a grin.

"Nope, I think everyone is running late. Traffic has been backed up for an
hour and a half." Her crystal blue eyes reflected back in good spirits.

"Tell me about it. I just came out of it," Larai commented as she stretched
out her long legs.

"So, do you know who we're working with today?"

"Nope, apparently it is supposed to be someone new to the label and we're
going to working on their third album."

"Well, you know more than me," Hannah said as she styled her long curly
brown hair with her white claw clip.

A man wearing charcoal gray pinstripe suit accented with a red satin tie
walked into the studio with an impatient manner to him. His dark brown hair
was streaked with bits of gray and his eyes flickered to a dark olive green.
The glow of the lamps fell over his chiseled facial features.

"Good morning, Mr. Williams." Two voices spoke in unison to his approaching
figure.

"Good morning, Miss Dylan and Miss Jacobs." He said looking up from his
silver Rolex watch. As president of Jive Records, he liked to be on top of
things for schedules, deadlines, and other important business matters. Today
was not going to be one of those days.

"How are you both today?"

"I'm ready to work," Larai replied in a bored tone. Her job was a mix
engineer that played with different sounds to better fit the song and blend
in with the vocals.

"So am I, the switchboard and recording equipment is set up. Everything
seems to be in working order," Hannah responded in a cheery voice.

"That's good to hear. Now, if only-" The shrill sound of a ringing cell
phone interrupted the light conversation. "If you'll excuse me."

Both girls nodded and headed back to their designated spots in front of the
switchboard. Hannah flipped switches on the board as Larai stared through
the plexi-glass of the empty recording room. With all the complications in
her life, she needed a permanent shelter from the storm.

A medium sized hand moved up and down in her line of vision. She shook her
head in an attempt to come back to reality. "Are you okay?" Hannah asked
sympathetically.

"I'm fine. I must have been daydreaming or something."

Hannah was about to delve into her weird behavior but before she could
several people started to crowd into the room. Mr. Williams started to wave
all of his employees over to introduce the performing artist.

"Everyone, this is Dianne Warren and she will be the executive producer of
the song, 'That's When I'll Stop Loving You, ' we are recording today." An
average looking woman with short styled brown hair gave a small greeting.
"And this is *N Sync," He said revealing the group of five gentlemen.

"I'm Joey Fatone," he said winking in Larai and Hannah's direction. His
baggy blue jeans, gray Armani Exchange shirt, and backward black baseball
cap gave off an average looking guy next door.

"Hey, I'm Lance Bass." His southern accent was unearthed in his deep bass
voice.

"Kirkpatrick. Chris Kirkpatrick," he said in a serious British James Bond
stance.

A white bandanna with black swirled designs covered up his brown curls. "I'm
Justin Timberlake."

"And I'm JC Chasez." His clear blue eyes with flecks of gold reminded Larai
of the marbles she used to play with when she was a child.

"Alright, let's get to work. We're on a tight deadline," Mr. Williams said
clapping his hands as everyone was ushered off.

The guys were placed in front of the large circular microphones as the music
was waiting to be cued. Justin slipped on his headphones since his vocals
were being recorded first. The rest of them followed the same manner. Larai
pushed the switch upward for a clearer definition in the song. Justin
finished up his set but Diane requested for him to do it over with more
feeling. They ended up going line by line replaying after it was recorded.

"Okay, JC. You're up next," Diane said pressing the intercom button and
signaling him with her hand.

JC nodded his head in response. Larai found her sky blue eyes watching his
movements in wonder.

As long as sunlight lights the sky
Light of love will be found in these eyes of mine (these eyes of mine)
And I will shine that light for you
You're the only one, I'll ever give this heart to
What I'm trying to say is, nothing will change this (ahh..)
There'll be no time you won't find me there (find me there)
Cause I will always be there
You will always have all my love

There was something about that voice. The sound was nearly hypnotic that it
seemed to linger in the air after he was done singing. She closed her eyes,
letting the pure and rich quality of the music swarm around her. The tone of
his voice was soothing and gentle as soon as he opened his mouth. An
overwhelming sense of comfort that she hadn't felt in years had flooded her
being in a matter of seconds.

Larai took a deep breath and sighed out of relief. She was surprised that
one voice could simply wash away the worries of her life for just a moment.
After he finished his vocals for the song, she smiled at him and leaned back
in her chair. "Thank you, JC." The smooth sounds continued to float in the
air of the studio.