Speaking In Tongues 

Chapter Six 

Ken Preston

27 February 2024

A heavy metal rock star holding a mic and yelling into it.

When Thrash got back to the studio later that night, he had made a decision to talk with Kurtz, try and get him off this religious bullshit. They had an album to record, and here he was listening to some old preacher guy spout tongues.

If it meant that much to him, they could sample it, stick it on the album somewhere. Hell, it would sound good, might be pretty damn effective in the right place. Maybe that would soothe him, knowing that it was there, that he could listen to it anytime he wanted in the music.

But he had to get Kurtz back on track.

Thrash ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

Sindy ran sobbing into his arms when he was hardly through the door.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

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