Play Me On Repeat [L.S] - One Shot.

Play Me On Repeat

I'm so proud of doing this cover by myself. 🤍

Anyways, as promised, here's your January One Shot to start well the year (?

Someone asked me to do another Clifford story, and this one was born with that concept in mind. Clifford isn't the center of it, though. He's just there.

Also, I'm a huge fan of Lin-Manuel Miranda, so, this story was made with all my respect for him 💚
He's one of the most talented people this world has, and I don't want to be disrespectful in any way.

The song, though. It's an original. It's mine.
So, you know the deal, don't steal it.

ALSO! someone claimed this. My 28th story. I don't remember who they were, so, comment here and make yourself known 🤍

I think that's all, enjoy my magnets!

Love you,
Mag 🦋

PLAY ME ON REPEAT
One shot

[Louis' POV.]

One finger over the black keys.
Left hand over the white keys.

Three simple chords for the base of the melody. C, A minor and G.

Easy to remember, easy to play, easy to learn, easy to compose.
Easy.

The problem wasn't there.
It wasn't in the melody.
It wasn't in the chords, or even in the piano.

It's just that everything sounded the same in my ears.
I was on writer's block, I was demotivated and absolutely out of creativity.

How was I supposed to write a new song if all the notes sounded the same?
If all the chords were already used for thousands of other songs?
If all the words were already invented and all the possible melodies were already composed by the greatest musicians before me?

How was I supposed to write a movie soundtrack that could be recognized and remembered everywhere and by everyone for the rest of eternity like all those amazing songs of iconic movies?

How can I create a song that equals 'My heart will go on' or 'colors of the wind'? Or even 'Skyfall'?

How?

How an idiot that had just come out of a pop boy band and never wrote anything on his own was supposed to make an iconic - Grammy worthy - banger out of the blue?

How, if all I ever knew were a bunch of lyricists and musicians that told the five of us what to do, what to sing and how to do it, how?

None of us were working on solo music just yet because we were all feeling the same.
Feeling like we didn't even know who we were musically outside the band.

All of us were completely blocked and disconnected from the music.

What should I play? What should I sing?
What do I want to do with my career now?

Well, all of us except Harry.
Always the prodigal.

Always the fast learner, always the free soul.

I still don't know how he did it.
But the second the band separated ways, Harry was already writing his first album.

And now, eight months later, he had his first number one on the charts, his voice sounding everywhere I went and his face on every show when I turned on the tv.