Pyarelal was breaking his head, inside his air-conditioned recording studio. He had beads of perspiration running all over his forehead. Still, no magic was happening. He had exhausted all his ideas in the morning and sent the CD to his director Ajay Panicker, but, Ajay did not pick a single tune from the CD.
He normally would call his music director and chat over a glass of beer. But today, he played the CD at home, and found it useless. He called Pyarelal and used harsh words. No one talks to Pyarelal in that way since he was a ” name ” in the music industry and in business for nearly twenty years. Pyarelal felt miserable, because Ajay was a director with only three movies, but all of them were mega hits, and his value was sky-high now. Irritating him would be disastrous. He had worked with legends, but times have changed now, he thought. Melody was out. If the lyrics were understood and audible, then it would be much worse. The whole song should be disguised intelligently. The digital age. Ha. His mind was racing. He had one option and only one option. He pulled the second draw in his cabinet and pulled out a CD. The cover read ” Demo by Arjun”.
He called Arjun at once. “Arjun. You must be happy to hear this. Your tune is going to be born, but, I am ashamed to tell you this. The tune will be in my name. The whole world will be listening to it. Arjun. Don’t lose heart. Your day will come and the world will know. Thanks for your CD, and thanks again for agreeing to keep it that way.” Pyarelal was now a relieved man. He knew this tune will go through. He felt guilty, but, the only solace being, the secret remained.
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