𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐎𝐔𝐒 | Anne Hathaway (gxg)

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I'm at Mae's house, trying to make time go by faster. She's one of the only people I'm close with. I grew up with her, and honestly, I still can't comprehend the fact that she's the little girl I used to play with all the time when I was younger. She changed a lot. Mae was known as the most feminine girl on our street, but god, she's unrecognizable now; it suits her.

"What's on your mind? This is the most you've been quiet in a while." Mae says this from the kitchen as I'm on the couch in the living room, taking up as much space as possible.

I shrug, forgetting that she can't see me. "I don't know." That is all I can say. It's true, and I'm not sure I can even mention the fact that there was a contract in the beginning. The now arrogant Y/N silenced in just an hour. Who knew that's what it would take?

"Oh yeah, like I believe that." Mae scoffs as she enters the living room with two bowls of mac and cheese. My eyes went wide for a moment; she made my favorite. Mae realized I wouldn't elaborate more and decided to change the subject. "So, how's that album going?"

"It's going great, actually. I've finally found some lyrics and a genre, something like jazz." The moment I say jazz, Mae hits me hard on the shoulder. I hate when she does that. How does she even have the strength to hit me that hard? Looks can be deceiving. "What's wrong with you? Is this my Y/N? Y/N I know you're in there; give me a sign." She begs. I had to chuckle and roll my eyes.

"I'm still the real Y/N; go fuck yourself, Mae." I squirm when she shakes me side to side, then take another bite of the mac n cheese. "This tastes good. New recipe?" The movie playing on her TV was long forgotten as we found ourselves in a rabbit hole of many other endless conversations.

Eventually, sleep had gotten the best of us, and before I knew it, I'd woken up to a disgusting Mae drooling while we hugged each other. Immediately, I leaped out of her touch and showered. This is the first time in a long time I've woken up early, but with the album and lyrics in mind, I couldn't wait any longer.

I'm at home, setting up my studio. Now that I've gotten a break at Mae's, I feel like a new person. Notes fill my head like a flood—so many good riffs and licks I couldn't ignore. A certain image replaying in my head keeps me motivated. I mean, how could it not? Something about her bleeds perfection. In a way, you could say she was my muse. I've already wasted a couple of months until the deadline. Oh shit, I can already see the headlines. Y/N, an alternative artist, is now releasing a jazz album. Funny.

With everything set up, I contemplate how I should start. A million thoughts are running through my head, so I take my notebook and read back from yesterday, her face lulling me into a trance. Yesterday's surge of inspiration hit me harder as I replayed what happened. Within no time, I'd gotten three songs written down, with nearly all the melodies written next to them. It's like there's magic in the air I'm breathing. I didn't even think it was possible to write three songs in under an hour. What is she doing to me? I scoff at the thought; my mood is better than ever.

Joyfully, I create the vocals and the instrumental and take samples from what I'd done earlier to change them to be more fitting to what I'm feeling now. It takes me three hours to complete one fraction of a song, but I couldn't be happier. Though, with all that singing, all that guitar playing (which was even harder because I only have rock guitars) had me thirsty and tired. What better way to celebrate than to go to my brother's and break the news to him?

Quickly, I save everything to my laptop and leave home. And not long after, I reach Taco Bell and proudly go to the drive-through. I don't need any fans bombarding me right now; it's the least of my worries. Once I received my and Sean's regular, I handed over a hundred-dollar bill and drove off. The drive was faster than usual when I arrived, even with the stop at Taco Bell. I mean, driving a little bit over the speed limit couldn't hurt. Especially since I'd been waiting for a moment like this forever. Fucking writer's block is the worst.