Malcolm plays his instrument for us. They play a major segment in a song of theirs. This will be a moment in which we are expected to create lyrics to fit the song. However, we’re unable to think of anything to sing. Malcolm stops playing. “You’re gonna have to sing something if we’re gonna make this work.” We lower our head for a moment before looking at him. “I apologize. I’m not familiar with rock music.” I try to explain myself to give us an opportunity to think of how we would even sing.

“Would it be acceptable if I could listen to some of my previous music?” Malcolm sits back. They seem rather upset that we aren’t as quick witted as they had expected. “Sure, man. I’m guessing you haven’t sung in awhile.” They sound like they have some spite in their voice. They must also be aware of the incident that had taken place. We take our phone out to inspect our recordings of our own music. We turn on a song called “Bottles Up.” The beat is faster than the music Malcolm had been playing. The manner in which we are singing feels like it would be difficult in a slower pace.

The lyrics of the song seem to be based on consuming vast amounts of alcohol during a large social event, speaking gratuitously of females and speaking ill mannered of our companions who don’t partake in similar drinks. We… seem less kind than our mind originally tells us through our musical lyrics. Some songs spoke of working hard or having large sums of money like “Done Dirty,” “Gold for Show,” and “Slave to the Game.”  This is something mortals like listening to? There’s talent in it, but we can hardly consider the lyrics inspirational.

Nevertheless, we have learned of our singing style. We must choose lyrics in accordance to the song, and sing them in rhythm with the tempo of the band. We should be able to do this. “What is the song that I’ll be singing in?” We ask to Malcolm. Malcolm looks at us with a seemingly offended look. “It’s a popular song on the radio right now called “The King’s Three,” named after our band.” Malcolm turns the song on with his phone, playing it for us. The instrumental is quite loud. Malcolm seems to be altering his voice to sound aggressive and scratchy.

Throughout the song, we begin to hear select spots stand out more than others for some reason. It’s as if our hearing is selecting open moments where we could insert a sound or vocal that’ll fit the moment well. This… isn’t us thinking of it. This is the mind moving on instinct, as it always had. It’s almost as if the original operator of this body is still controlling us, making us wish to think, feel, and sing the music we feel in our heart.

Once the song had ended, we had finally opened our eyes as if exiting a trance. We were in full control of our mind once more. “Got what you need?” Malcolm asks us in a calm voice. His demeanor completely changed as he looks into our eyes. We smile as we respond. “Yeah. I’m confident in this.” We have been enlightened. Music is a very beautiful thing through the eyes of one who is genuinely interested in it. The tone and pacing is completely different than in our music, but there is still a very similar feel….

It’s soothing…

The music resonates with our mind, and we will be proud to sing with these individuals. We… I am prepared to perform!