LOVER |c.t.h|

SIX|EMERY|

^^that's exactly how I plan out these stories so I figured that's how the "fictional" me would write songs lmao.

Chapter SIX (revisited) this chapter is completely different from what it used to be.. I love it more.
I am also going to start putting the date that it is in the book just so we have a time reference!

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*OCTOBER 2ND 2019*

I got a good few hours of sleep before I was woke up by the sound of loud instruments playing in the house. I laid flat on the bed, listening to the girls playing some instrumentals and talking about what we could do with them.

I rub my eyes, making them adjust to the light before getting up and wandering out into the living room where they all sit around, writing down notes and having a good time.

"Hey, you're awake!" Tatum smiles at me as she puts down her pen and paper. "There's some coffee on the counter for you if you want it!" She chippers.

I always wondered how they were so energetic this early. I was usually this way but only after I went for my morning run. I nod and tell her thank you before going to put on my running shoes. I was already in shorts and a hoodie from last night so I didn't feel the need to change.

"Hey, do you mind if I leave Milo here while I go for a run. I want to be out for a while but I know he can't handle that." I say. Milo is getting old, he has started to slow down with time so I am more aware that longer and harder runs won't be good for him.

"That's fine with us," Nadia nods her head while petting the fur ball.

"Thank you!" I say and then I am out the door, turning on my running playlist.

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I get back from my run and immediately head for my shower. While I was out I had replayed the nightmare over and over, being thankful that it had happened because now I had inspiration to write a new song. I'm not sure that the song will really fit our vibe but worst case I can just sell it like I do my other songs.

I walk into the house and see everyone doing their own things. Nadia and Tatum were painting their nails while Summers and Ayden were talking about their ex boyfriends. Those two tend to do that a lot. They like to talk about how shitty they were and then talk about their dick sizes, the two of them seriously freak me out. I giggle to myself as I walk by and hear the conversation.

"Yeah he had like so many red flags but the size made up for it." Ayden laughs.

I walk into my nice and cool bedroom and sigh. The weather got warm really quick today. I usually go running at 5 because it is still cool outside but after last night/this morning I was too wiped.

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I get out of the shower and change into some jean shorts and a tank top. I stride over to my small home studio and begin to write away. I waste no time in starting because the creative juices are flowing.

I start by drawing out a web diagram, I usually do this with every song I write because it helps me see the vision I am picturing in my head.

I want it to be called 'Old Me'. I think this song could really fit into anyone's tone. For me it's not what I see going on our next album. I want this to be more upbeat, or at least that's what I can hear in my head.

I write down some random little thoughts and one liners on a different page in my book.
"Shout out to the old me."
"All the mistakes I have made."
"Ashes on the floor" that one I write a small note next to; 'a symbol of the old you fading away.'

I keep writing till I feel my hand go numb. I place the pen down next to the 3 sheets I have words scribbled on. They weren't in any order. It was just a bunch of different blabs. Whoever wanted to song could arrange them however they had wanted.

As I'm looking at the sheet, I think about the boy's album. It's going to be way different than the third album. I remember from the conversation yesterday that they said it would be like a "rebirth" they were stepping into new territory. This song was perfect for them.

I texted Luke.

I laugh at our conversation.
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I arrive at the studio in almost exactly 10 minutes. Getting there before Luke.

"Oh Emeryy," my name is dragged out by the one and only.

"I think you'll really like this one." I smile and hand him my jumble of papers that I quickly threw in my bag.

He smiles as he takes them from me, giving them a look. "Old me?" He nods. "That's a good name".

I sit on the piano bench and lay my left leg over my right, covering some scars.

"It's pretty much done," I tell him. "There's loads of lyrics there all you would have to do is put them together and then make some instrumentals."

He shuffles through each page slowly. "Has anyone every told you that you are a very organized mess?" He chuckles.

When I write it isn't how normal artist would do it. I Scribble and draw pictures. My brain just works differently I suppose.

"What about an upbeat tempo?" He asks, speaking my exact thoughts.

"This, this blondie is why I gave the music to you" I laugh. "I'm thinking lots of guitar and bass." I tell him. "But it's your song now so it's up to you."

He looks at me with a face that tells me I'm going to get roped into helping. "Emery, you wrote it." He states.

"So?" I say plainly. "I write lots of songs Luke, this is out of my hands now."

He gives me a pity look, "please help us with the music" he pleads. "It would be so helpful if you did."

He flashes puppy dog eyes. This band is going to ruin me.
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I give you, Old Me.
I wanna say I have no idea the order of the songs in which they were wrote. This is all fictional and I'm not gonna look up the order haha. I like to make it up myself.
I hope you enjoyed <3 xoxo!

This was a short chapter, but it is better than what it used to be. I hope you guys are enjoying the story!