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Chapter XXXVII– Moaning to the Top of the Charts (based on Confessions of the Lovelorn/Lovelorn, No. 62, ACG , August 1955)

Today I can say proudly that me, Melanie Parker, am a very successful singer, with a collection of hits on the charts and radios, gig appointments day after day, concerts, a legion of fans and press commitments. But in my early days I wasn’t the one where magazines put your face at the covers or radios devote entire days to broadcast your songs.

When I began my musical career, I was just another singer trying to get into the spotlight of fame and success. I dreamed to be a star and appear at the cover magazines, hear my songs played on the radio and do shows for millions of fans. But not all manage to reach to the top of the charts or win a musical award. And I didn’t want to be just another girl who aspires to be a world famous singer and see that dream die before I even tried my best.

The story on how I find myself in this spot isn’t the traditional ‘rags to riches’ tale you must be tired to hear. It’s a tale where I learned a valuable lesson: sometimes a mishap can turn into something profitable.

For that, I have to thank my fiancé George Dowley. George has been by my side since the beginning and he helped me with every hurdle I had to overcome to turn my dream of being a music star into reality. And that because he was used to fight against these as well, being musician, lyricist and arranger of a then small label named Beaver Records.

By the time I was hired by the label I struggled to find the fame I wished, singing in quite rinky-dinky bars, speakeasies and many low-reputation clubs I could remember. I wished every day to escape from that destiny and reach to the stardom I deserved. But yet it was difficult even with support from a record company.

With Beaver Records being small-budgeted, I couldn’t compete in equal feet with the most established female singers backed by the millionaire companies and the media machines. And what I have done so far were a few singles that didn’t sell much yet garnered attention from the radio dee-jays. For the money they were spending on me, I wasn’t giving what they wished. Therefore, the big wigs told us the following message about my next song:

“It has a make or break it! We cannot afford to fail. If we aren’t Top 40 with this song, we might have to close the label for good”

If for them was their last chance, for me it sounded like a death sentence. If I failed to deliver, my career could be finished before taking off and that was a major ‘no’ for me. I didn’t want to see all my dreams die (and theirs as well) because I failed to deliver a hit song, I would feel deeply upset for destroying not only my job but theirs as well.

With that in mind, George and I began to work on the song which had to be the final chance for any of us. We’ve got for free a studio to record the track, thanks to a friend in common. There, we virtually lived there and rarely left the place. We wouldn’t stop unless we had the song Beaver Records desired us to do.

“Melanie, we have only one chance to make it, and it has to be now”

“Georgie, I am afraid! And what if this doesn’t work as well?”

“It will have to be. I might rot here for the rest of my life, but we are going to make it. You don’t want to save your career from early death, right?”

“Yes, I do. I would do almost anything to make the song the record company wants, and I want them to be proud of our job”

Stuck inside the studio, just the two of us there, we began working on lyrics and then on the song itself. Already it was a tough job to do, but with mountains at our backs and the expectations of a whole world on our shoulders, there wasn’t escape, It was do or die. But how to do it?

We really wanted something to make the company proud and, at least a week; we spent at the studio, not leaving for almost nothing. With much effort, we managed to create a song from the scratch, ‘The Garden of Love’, a torch song that, in my humblest opinion, could be match to any Rosemary Clooney or Billie Holliday song. If you heard the original, you could agree with me.

We heard the song after it was recorded not once, nor twice but at least fifteen times. George and I were amazed with how the music looked like. The lyrics, written by me and him, matched perfectly with the melody and the rhythm as we’ve planned. A song that is about love, but not pessimistic as the current offerings.

“Jesus Christ! This song is fantastic! The best think I ever heard in years”
“And what it’s better: it was done by us, Melanie”

“I can’t believe that I was capable to do such. I feel we have gold on your hands, Georgie!”

“The people at the record company will love this, that’s sure”

“Georgie…”

“Melanie…”

We just looked at each other and gave that kiss. Not just a kiss of passion or just because we two are a couple. It was a kiss of victory, like the ones in the final scenes of the movies. Finally the fame was at the reach of our hands and there was nothing that could stop us from tasting success.

Well, there was one thing that almost took us out of the fame road…

“Melanie, are you getting excited?”

“You mean… if I feel excited not in professional way?”

“I think we should celebrate, darling”

“Me too. But we don’t have champagne or fireworks for that , Georgie”

“We don’t need that crap! We need each other”

“Oh… Georgie…”

I knew exactly what he wanted and what I wanted. We needed to celebrate the success that could be closer to my hands. And which better way to make love with the man of your life?

“But here in the studio? And if someone sees us?”

“Don’t you remember I have the building keys? Nobody will appear here, Melanie, that’s I am sure”

“Well, if you are saying…”

Once again we kissed and, then we began to circle around the mixing table and our lovemaking started there and went all over the studio. It was the best sex I ever had, without any doubt.

When our clothes were off, George mounted on me like a stallion and began to pound me like a Kentucky Derby winner. It wasn’t just sex for the sake of that, for passion or just because the two of us were horny. It was our lap of victory, the celebration of finally finding the fame after years struggling to make ends meet.

“Georgie, you don’t know how I feel so horny right now”

“I think I have to speak those same words to you, Melanie…”

We rolled and rolled on the hardwood floor, taken ablaze by the consuming lust. On top of my body, he kissed and me plowed me like a stallion in heat, making me scream those dirty words of pleasure you all are sick to know. It was like fucking during the Oscars, I think…

“Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh! Georgie! Fill me with your dick! Uhhh Yesssss!!”

“Uhhh! Ohhh, Melanie! Ohh… Melanie… I love you so much!”

This is was the right way we found to celebrate. George rammed like a wild animal and I moaned like I never did it in my entire life. But we didn’t stop from where, as we were moving from here to there. Our lack of care was delightful then, but later…

We did it all. I mounted like a cowgirl on him, he did me in all fours inside the studio, where the moaning was all for the microphones to get. Our party of lust was tasty, delightful and the naughtiest thing I ever done till then and perhaps even now, as every second of that story I know how to remember vividly.

After that, we came home thinking that victory was within our reach and finally Beaver Records found in Melanie Parker its new star. However, that almost came to the drain thanks to our little adventures at the studio.

Next day, George planned to call the label staff to hear the song and decide if they agreed with us about the track’s potential to be a hit. It was around noon when he called me, but he wasn’t as cheerful as when we left the studio booth.

“Hey, Georgie! How is it going, honey? It’s all set for the listening party?”

“Melanie, come to the studio now”

“What happened? Your voice doesn’t sound good, it seems like somebody just died… what is going on?”

“I can’t explain it now. You have to come to the studio… now”

The seriousness in his voice made me fear for the worse. I ran to the studio and at the door, George had the most nervous look I ever saw. And my fears increased by then.

“What happened, George? You sounded too serious at the telephone”

“Come with me and I will show you. You have to hear it by yourself”

When he played it, my world fell down. Accidentally, we might have pressed some buttons during our little sexual adventure that recorded the most of our fucking. Maybe this do not sound something to worry about, but the recording of our moans erased ‘The Garden of Love’ as we conceived.
“OH NO! It’s gone! The Garden of Love is gone!”

“When I went to listen it to see if there wasn’t any issue with the sound, instead they recorded what we did here after…”

“My God! It’s happening all over again… garhhhhh! I lost my greatest hit! I lost it!”

I was completely feeling defeated when I noticed there wasn’t any way to recover the original recording of our song. I cried, yelled and went rock bottom as I began to feel that my fulfillment of my aspirations was again getting out of my reach. I felt the worst person ever because lust could be the guilt of the precocious end of my career.

“What are we going to do? How are we going to tell Beaver guys that we screwed up their hit?”

“Let’s try to come up with something. We know we can do it”

“But how?”

“I don’t know, but we will find a way. We still have some time to do it, they want to hear the song tomorrow. We can do it in a day”

“If you say so, Georgie. But I am afraid”

With less than one day to think, we had to find a way, but we didn’t have anything in hand to make a song for tomorrow. And it would be impossible to do ‘The Garden of Love’ in the same way we did earlier within short time. As we were at the verge of breaking, an awkward salvation came.

“Wait a minute… what if we use those moans in the song?”

“What? Are you crazy? How we will use them in a song?”

“Let’s try a trick here… we can get the moans and overdub them with some melodies I can improvise here and write a song and voilà”

“You are fucking insane, Georgie! How I can make a love song with moaning like this? And how are we going to make lyrics to mesh with it? We can’t use them! They will hate it!”

“Melanie, please. I know it’s quite insanity, but it’s our last resort. We have the studio here and everything in our hands. I am going to come up with something here and write lyrics about it”

“But I don’t know if a torch song with somebody moaning like that can work. And what if they think is too racy or…”

“You work on the lyrics and I will work in the melodies”

I tried my best to find something that could match the sounds that were for us to make music about it. I finally found myself inspired by my sexual experience of the last night, because it was how the ‘damage’ was done.

From that, it came ‘Burning Flame’. Perhaps the song where I put most of the sexual feelings on her. Georgie used the moans and readied a song where you could hear the sexual tension burning through horns and strings. I sung it with the most naughty and sexy voice I could (with some aid from George, while fucking my from behind). In less than six or seven hours, song was done.

“Will they like it? Won’t they think it’s too racy to play in the radio?”

“Racy or not, it’s our song and we need to show them about it. If they don’t like it… whatever”

Since we left the studio from the hour when Beaver Records people assembled there to see, I was shivering in fear, hoping they do not having bad opinions about it. We played the song at least twice, George and I looking at each other and the man, whose faces were solid as rock without showing any feelings. After we finished the question.

“So, what do you think about the song? It’s enough to be a radio hit?”

They looked at each other, whispering on their ears. I feared for the worst, hoping they didn’t mind about the content of the song or how it was made. When the label president came to talk, the decision was made

“I have to admit this song is not what I expected from you, Miss Perkins. I expected a love song and you came with… this! I don’t have any words to speak what I think about this music other than… well done you two!”

“What? Did you like it, Mr. Crown?”

“It’s not the kind of song I do like, but surely it’s different from everything it’s playing in the radio. Since we are in the verge of breaking, why not bet in sensuality to win audience and attention?”

“You really liked it? Sorry, Mr. Crown, but I feared that you wouldn’t like because…”

“Miss Perkins, Mr. Dowley. I went to press as many copies of this single for selling two weeks from now. I hope you have the song fully mixed by then”

“We will have, sir!”

Relieved we were, we finally finished the song polishing before sending for pressing and radio promotion. In less than one month, ‘Burning Flame’ was top-10 and, next, the #1 single in the country! Well, not without some controversy, because some radios didn’t want to play it because it was too racy and ‘pornographic’. But you know what they say about it…

From then on, Melanie Perkins became the number one singer in America. I carved a name in the business doing songs like that and many others and now I can live beside George to enjoy my success and the good things it brings. And to think it almost went away because of a studio escapade…
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