AU || Cairo Lucia Santiago is on break from university. Bradley Will Simpson wants to get his big break in the music industry. Together, they go on a roadtrip around the UK, where they busk their hearts out and discover more about their lost selves...
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📌 Devon, Exeter, England
After a sumptuous dinner, the three of us found ourselves once again in Tristan's home studio, working on finalizing Would You before it gets sent for approval to the label.
Since I knew nothing about producing songs and whatnot, I sat on the couch, writing down some things I can add to my blog, especially after reading the new comments that popped up, and managing Brad's Instagram account, teasing the people with muted clips of him singing in the vocal booth. I also learned that the media has been sniffing the shit out of my dad's butt, especially with their snarky comments which insinuated that things aren't going well between me and my dad, which is true, but is also something I don't want to explain further.
"Cai, isn't it?" My gaze switched from my phone to the people in front of me upon hearing Tristan's voice, since it's something I'm not quite used to hearing yet.
"How may I help you?"
"What do you think of the song so far?"
"Don't ask me; I wrote it. Of course everything I write is good," I said confidently, causing the boys to smile.
"We know that already. I'm talking about the instrumentals. Is this what you had in mind?"
"Honestly, no. This is much better than what I had in mind," I said, then Brad and Tristan, who became best friends during the three hours that we all spent together, gave each other a fist bump, then they put the new track in a CD.
"I think this calls for a little celebration. Can I interest you two with some alcohol?"
"Sure. What do you have?" Brad asked, then Tristan got excited.
"A lot. We could drink all of them at our garden after this demo gets done, if you'd like?"
"Okay. Count me in," I said, then Brad nodded his head. After sealing the demo off and writing a note to drop it off at his manager's office tomorrow, we packed some drinks in a cooler and brought some cups along with us, then we hung out in the garden.
"And, now, for the moment of pleasure," Tristan said as he lit a freshly rolled stick of weed, then he perfectly let the smoke out of his mouth, laughing as the drug made its way to his system.
"Do any of you want to try it out, as well?" Tristan asked, then Brad shook his head.
"I'm not quite experienced with how I respond to weed, and I'm driving tomorrow, so I'll just stick to alcohol for now. At least I can keep track of how much I've had," Brad said, then I shrugged my shoulders.
"I guess I'll give it a go," I said, then Tristan kindly rolled me a stick before demonstrating to me how to light one. After bringing the stick to my lips, I started to inhale the chemicals, which became too strong that I had to cough it out of my airway.
