Swoon

by Lauren Rowe

I listen as the song heads into its first chorus. “Are you singing backups here?” “No, I don’t sing on our tracks. I leave that to Fish and Dax.” “You sang along to this part at the wedding.” “When we perform live, I’ll sing along to choruses, where we might need extra vocals to add volume. But I don’t sing during the recording process, when Dax and Fish can easily layer in multiple vocal tracks of themselves.” “But don’t you want to sing, sometimes? You have such a beautiful voice.” He looks surprised. “When have you heard me sing? Did I sing in the shower this morning?” “You had a solo in a Christmas pageant one year. Remember that? You and Logan were shepherds.” Colin looks flabbergasted. “How the hell do you remember that? I was eight or nine, so you had to be four or five.” “Maybe I’ve seen a video of it? Either way, your voice was beautiful. So rich and expressive—so much better than any of the other kids. And let’s not forget I stood next to you at Logan’s birthday parties, several times, so I heard you singing ‘Happy Birthday,’ and sounding better than anyone.”

Amy can spot Colin's singing voice