show me yours | matty healy

chapter twenty-five

March 3rd 2015

"No, no, no, no. No."

Tommie groans rolling her eyes a she yawns loudly, "Rod-"

"No, please don't lecture me right now, just- just let me rant."

She doesn't argue, just falls back onto the cushions behind her as he turns to Adam, "I need more... more emotion."

"More emotion?" Adam asks, rubbing his hand from how long he's been holding his guitar. This is the eighth time in the last three hours (yes, he has been sitting in the booth for three hours with no break) that Matty has interrupted his guitar solo in their new song they're recording.

Adam runs his tongue across his teeth, "I have some emotion for you, Matty-"

"If you say anger-"

"It's anger, that's the emotion I have right now."

Matty sighs, hands clasped in front of him, lips pursed as they rest on top of his fingertips like some sort of painter studying their muse.

His hair is tied up and his glasses are on his face, "Okay, yes, channel the anger, it's a song about the patriarchy-"

"Pretty sure it's a song about your narcissism." Tommie pipes up from the floor and he kicks at her foot as he passes, slapping an asleep George on the shoulder causing him to jump awake.

Tommie rolls over, head propped up on her hand to look over at Ross who's lounging on the only settee in their little makeshift studio in London.

"You relaxed over there?"

He grins, "Very, might just have a nap."

"Yeah, have one for me." She groans getting up and grabbing the guitar from Adam to take his place, "What if I do the solo?"

Everyone looks at her slowly and she shrugs, "What?"

"You never want to do solos."

"I believe you said, 'why would I solo when I don't feel yolo?'."

"That's such nonsense, why would I say that?"

She did say it. Yesterday. After Adam begged her to do it since Matty had already been on his arse about it.

Matty sighs, pushing his glasses up on his head and pinching the bridge of his nose, "Fine, whatever, I don't care, just someone do it."

She shoos him out of the studio and puts the headphones on, they push her hair up awkwardly and when she catches sight of her reflection in the window she pats down the little Elvis styled quiff. She listens to the drum beat they've been working on the past week through the headphones, her head bobbing along to the beat.

Her fingers make quick work, instead of playing what Adam had been doing she lets her mind wander, moving with the beat of the drum line instead of the bass where she thinks is maybe what Adam was struggling with.

Matty swings open the door running over to her, she barely has time to put the guitar down before they're on the floor and he's peppering kisses all over her cheeks and forehead, "You are my favourite person in the studio right now. That's exactly what I imagined."

She pushes him off of her and lifts herself up, smiling at Adam who mimes, 'thank you' through the glass.

She checks her phone for the time, 3:33 am, sighing as she stretches until her back pops, Ross distantly yelling his annoyance at her habit, "Call it a night?"

"No, wait, we have to finish-"

"Matty," She says, turning to him and taking his hands in her own, "Everyones exhausted, it's only been three days and we've almost finished the first song on the list, we're on track, we're not going to fall behind. And if we don't all have a good night's sleep, in an actual bed, then we're not gonna go much further than that."