Songbird- Harry Styles

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 Today at our meeting, Harry and I played the first demo of "As it was" for the exec team. It's safe to say that they loved it. A lot. We listened to it in the office about 10 times, and each time, it got better. It had a lot of work left, but even the stripped-down version of what we gave them was enough to make them jump for joy. I think that they were partly just excited that they had something, the Harry drought they were in was getting unbearable. 

The meeting didn't last too long after that, we talked more about the contract, adjusting it a little bit based on the work we had done. Since we had been working for a month and only had a single demo, I'm now supposed to be with Harry a lot more. He fought it, and I told them that forcing us together 24/7 probably wasn't going to help, but it was only one extra day a week. 

We all parted ways, but not before my dad took the opportunity to ask me to come to dinner at his house the next week. I kindly obliged. I think he is trying to make up for lost time or something, and I don't mind that. Thankfully, it's gotten a little bit less awkward since I have been seeing him more over the last few weeks. I really don't have anything against going, and I don't have a bad attitude about it at all, I just don't think that joining his new happy family was on my bucket list for the year. 

I left the office with a laundry list of things to do. Unfortunately, I have been so busy with Harry that I have neglected to keep up with my own life. I have to hit all my normal spots and pick up things for the house. I pick up some groceries, tampons, and a few other toiletries and pass Target's pet section. I have been honestly thinking about getting a dog since I live by myself now, but I'm sure with how much I am gone it would probably be a horrible decision. Wishful thinking I guess.

On my way home I stop and grab a bottle of wine and some specific ingredients to make spicy vodka pasta. There's an Italian place in Fairfax that I go to called Jon and Vinny's that makes a fucking incredible spicy fusilli pasta, but I'm no longer in the mood to go out and I honestly think I'm a pretty good cook, it's an easy enough recipe. It's a fairly trendy place but it's probably one of my favorite kinds of pasta. I'm sure there are a ton of places that make it better but it's become my comfort food.

I round the corner to pull into my complex. I wanted to live in an apartment when I left my house. It's a really nice complex though. There are not very many units and by the time I moved out of my dad's, I had made enough money to live comfortably. I didn't want to just go buy a new house in case I ever wanted to move further away, but I don't see myself ever leaving this area now.

I unloaded everything out of my car and placed it all on my kitchen table as I got all of the ingredients out to start cooking. I take the vodka off of my top shelf, grab the pasta and start the process. I put on some music over my Bluetooth speaker (unlike Harry's whole house installment, it's just portable) queuing up "The Right Time" by Ray Charles to kick it off.

When I was a kid, I would always cook with my mom. By cook I mean she would do everything and I would make a mess. But that's where my love for it came from. My mom's side of the family is from Mexico, so I have a lot of memories of going to my grandparent's house and making a lot of Mexican cuisine during the holidays especially. It was like a family tradition to all get-together and make tamales, empanadas, and pozole during Christmas time. Something I haven't done again since my mom passed. 

I finish up the pasta and it's dark outside so I sit in my living room and put on a movie while I eat. I end up putting on 10 things I hate about you, one of my all-time favorites. Heath Ledger in this is my hero. I eat slowly, savoring the spice and I take in my surroundings as the movie plays. The art and music posters that litter the walls and the stacks of books on my shelves. I really have a cute little space. I did all the interior design myself... Ok, I wouldn't really say I "designed" it as much as I collected and thrifted a lot of things and tried to make them look cute somewhere. I have my vinyl collection next to my record player and my piano, guitar, and recording equipment lined up on the wall. I did most of the DIY stuff myself if I could and what I couldn't do alone, I hired someone locally to do it. Living alone isn't that bad, I like being independent. I was on my own so much as a kid that when I moved it didn't really feel like too much of an adjustment. There were times when I was at his place a lot, so I wasn't always completely alone, but that was short-lived.