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It's October 2023 and Pink Slip has finally finished their summer tour. The atmosphere changed along with the season as it went from summer to fall, meaning hockey season has finally began. Trevor Zegras has been launched into the spotlight o...
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I planned on using today all the way up until Sunday as the 'Calm before the Storm' period — the storm being writing 10 original songs as a band. When we got home from our meeting with Aubrey, I went straight to my room and changed into more comfortable clothes so I could take a nap. An oversized tourist sweatshirt from a gift shop I got while we were in New York for our tour and some boxer shorts I found at Target a couple of years ago. I buried myself under my comforter and shut my eyes, letting in a long relaxing inhale.
Finally, I thought, I long awaited na—
My phone began to ring and vibrate against the nightstand next to my bed. I let out a long groan, not in the mood to talk to anyone. Mal, if it's you I'm going to kill y—
It was Trevor.
My frustration melted into a weird excitement. Maybe I could postpone my nap to talk to him for a minute. I answered the call and said, "Hello?"
"Hey, Hay," he then snickered, "Get it? 'Hey,' and I call you 'Hay' because your name's Hayden."
It was so corny and random, that I let out a small giggle. "Yes, Trevor. I get it." I lay flat on my back, resting my head on my pillow. "What're you calling for?"
"To check up on you," he answered. "Why? Do you not appreciate my calls?"
I laughed a bit, "No! People just normally text, y'know?"
Trevor scoffed, "Well, I wanted to hear your voice." I felt my cheeks redden as a simpered smile swept across my face. He had a way with words, or maybe it was his confidence. Whatever it was, it was working to charm me. "So, how was your day?"
Part of me didn't really want to share the stress I was about to be under whenever I had to start the writing process, but there was something so alluring about him that made my thoughts pour right out of my mouth. "Well, I went down to Hillister to talk to Aubrey with the band," I started. "Turns out she wants a new album and, of course, I naively insisted on writing our own music." I could hear him laugh on the other line, causing me to laugh as well. "I thought it was a good idea at the time!"
"I think that's a good thing, Hayden." His words were so reassuring, it made me feel comforted even while I was in my own bed just talking to him on the phone. I met this man yesterday, well *re-*met, and I already feel a deep connection to him. I couldn't tell whether it was a bad thing or a good thing. "Maybe the park can give you some inspiration tomorrow."
I rolled my eyes and let out a small laugh, "God, no! I don't wanna focus on any writing tomorrow." I wanted to enjoy my time hanging out with Trevor, Mal, and Jamie tomorrow, not worrying about what words rhyme with that. "Plus, I don't think you want to see my method of songwriting."
Trevor chuckled, "I could help." I erupted into a fit of laughter which led him to laugh along with me. "No! Hear me out!" When he grew quiet, I assumed he was coming up with something stupid in his head. "Something about Pearson Park staring at a crushed-up leave," he said, though he spoke with a flat tone I could tell he was smiling. "What rhymes with leaves?"
