𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭 /ᴍɪᴄᴋ ꜱᴄʜᴜᴍᴀᴄʜᴇʀ

"I'm tied to a star that doesn't shine anymore"

"Goodnight girls." I told them standing besides the door.

"Goodnight auntie Brin." They replied at the same time.

"Sleep well kiddos." Mick told them and they both smiled at him.

We turned the lights off and closed the door. We let out a relieved sigh. We looked at each other and chuckled softly. Kids can be tiring.

"You want some wine?" I asked.

"Yes please." He replied widening his eyes a little bit and I chuckled.

[...]

We didn't have just one glass. I had taken my shoes off and was laying on the rug.

"What do you think?" I asked looking at Mick who was seated on the couch. He was reading my lyrics as he downed his glass of wine.

"This are good good. Like..." He made a thinking face and took another sip of his glass. "Taylor Swift good."

"You like Taylor Swift?" My head snapped towards him.

"Of course I do. She's amazing." He raised his eyebrows smiling and took another sip of his glass.

"Evermore or Folklore?" I asked in complete seriousness.

"Folklore." He replied and I clicked my tongue and clapped.

"That's my boy." I extended my arm and we high-fived.

"What's your favorite song?" He asked tilting his head as he grabbed my glass and filled it with wine.

I made a thinking face and he handed me another glass of wine.

"That's a hard one." I took a sip of the wine. "Probably cardigan or mirrorball." I replied and he smiled. "I mean, have you heard the cardigan vocals? They make me feel things. The lyrics, everything. Taylor Swift is a genius." I spoke as he watched me attentively.

"Tell me more." He spoke making my stomach tingle. He laid down besides me and I turned to look at him.

"The "you drew stars around my scars but now I'm bleeding" line. I would pay millions to see a guy try to interpret it."

"Really? Millions?" He asked and I nodded. "All right." He sat up and I looked up at him. "It's about someone who has been hurt before. Someone who was damaged, broken and therefore had "scars." He made quotation marks and I stared at him, interested in his interpretation. "Then a special someone came in their life and made them feel loved and special again. "You drew stars around my scars." He moved his hand and smiled. "And then that person did the same thing that the other ones who hurt her or him before did and opened up the scars, making them bleed again." He finished up and I raised my eyebrows, amazed.

"Wow." I smiled and he took another sip of the wine.

"I want my million dollars." He joked and I chuckled.

"Like you need them." I fired back and he chuckled.

"Your lyrics are as deep as hers. You're a lyrical genius." He spoke and I scoffed.

"Taylor Swift is a lyrical genius. I'm a lyrical loser." I replied and he chuckled. I smiled.

"You're not a lyrical loser. "Family Model" is amazing. The "I'm tied to a star that doesn't shine anymore" line is amazing." He spoke and I smiled fluttered.

He really listened to my music.

"You really do listen to my music, huh?" I told him and a smile appeared on his face.

"I would pay millions to hear you interpret that lyrics." He told me and I smiled a little bit.

"I grew up in the spotlight. My dad was a multimillionaire entrepreneur and my mom was one of the best models of her time. I lived surrounded by cameras and gossip magazines." I spoke and looked up at the ceiling. "I was basically tied to a star." I finished my sentence. "Then the divorce happened. It was so messy. Broadcasted everywhere on national TV. My mother was abusive to my father and was cut out of the will and charged for many millions of dollars. The star's "light" died at that moment." I made quotation marks and took a deep breath to continue. "Then my dad died. He had cancer. I had to see him fade away slowly. My mother appeared out of nowhere and tried claiming what was never hers. She sued me. My own mom sued me. She took me to court which was obviously ridiculous. I won the case but I lost my family. My past kept haunting me. I was still tied to that dead star." I finished up and looked back at Mick.