When we entered the studio

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n in a shirt and tie came out to meet us.
He knew each of our names, which astounded us. He asked us to leave our coats there and follow him. The other
people just stared through us like we were ghosts. I wondered who they were and what their stories were. Had they
traveled far? Had they been here day after day hoping to get in without an appointment?
When we entered the studio, one of the Motown guys was adjusting a movie camera. There was an area set up with
instruments and microphones. Dad disappeared into one of the sound booths to talk to someone. I tried to pretend that
I was at the Fox Theater [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], on the rising stage [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and this was just business as usual. I decided [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], looking around, that if I
ever built my own studio, I'd get a mike like the one they had at the Apollo, which rose out of the floor. I nearly fell
on my face once running down those basement steps while trying to find out where it went when it slowly
disappeared beneath the stage floor.
The last song we sang was "Who's Lovin' You." When it ended, no one applauded or said a word. I couldn't stand not
knowing, so I blurted, "How was that?" Jermaine shushed me. The older guys who were backing us up were laughing
about something. I looked at them out of