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"I was in a sushi restaurant in Los Angeles with my producer and one of our songs came on from the last album, and I kind of said, like, "This is really strange music for a sushi restaurant." - Harry's interview with NPR
Y/N was late for work... again.
It was her third day where she'd overslept and had to quickly get ready in order to catch the bus from her apartment building to the centre of town where her mother's sushi restaurant was.
She was wearing a simple outfit today considering she was on waitressing duty. She wore her blue, straight leg jeans and a grey sweater with her favourite Birkenstock clogs that her sister had bought her for Christmas one year.
She walked along the brick road where the restaurant was, bumping into people and muffling an apology as she kept a hair tie between her teeth whilst she shoved her hair up into a messy pony tail.
"Hi mama," Y/N grinned when she walked in through the doors.
Her mother, Yui, was behind the sushi counter, hand rolling the sushi, when she saw her daughter walk through the doors. A scowl immediately appeared on her face, "Y/N, you're late again!" She points at her daughter.
Y/N gives her best smile to her mother, "I'm still here aren't I? You can't blame me for the bus being delayed." She says as she pulls an apron on and grabs a notepad and pen to take orders.
Yui narrows her eyes, she knew her daughter well enough to know she was smiling but she just didn't seem to have the heart to get mad at her, not when she was doing them a big favour, "Go take orders and don't be late next time."
"I love you momma," Y/N kisses her mothers cheek as she walks by her.
It was the evening now which meant the restaurant was picking up a lot of guests. There were three other waiters and waitresses on shift, including Y/N's best friend, Chani, "You're twenty minutes late again." Chani said, coming over to hang up the orders for the chef.
"I know, I woke up late." Y/N reasons but Chani just rolled her eyes.
"Were you at the jazz bar again?" Chani was the only one who knew Y/N played bass at a jazz club most nights during the week.
Her mother was an immigrant from Japan and wanted nothing but the best for her daughter considering the life she had and what she had to sacrifice to get where she is now. Y/N was currently studying a degree in biochemistry at a London University and, no matter how good she was, her heart just wasn't in it.
The jazz bar was open five nights a week and Y/N would spend most evenings there. On Saturdays, she would sign up for a ten minute session on stage where she would sit and play her bass to a backing track.
She bought her bass guitar at the age of thirteen from a cheap, tacky shop nearby. It wasn't the greatest sounding instrument but it opened up a window for her in which she developed her passion for the bass and jazz music.
