Dad Charged Me $250 a Month for Five Years, Then Left Me a Secret Recording Studio
Dad had spent years preparing this room.
Years I could have spent learning beside him.
Years we could have talked about music instead of money.
He drew another breath.
“Marcus tells me you’ve been thinking about studying music production.”
I nodded instinctively, forgetting he couldn’t see me.
“I think you should.”
“But don’t do it because of me.”