My eyes blink open, my mind woken up by talking in the other room. I sit up in my bed, memories from last night rushing to my head, making me blush. I stand up and pull on a shirt and sweatpants before stepping out, seeing Wilbur leaning against my counter, mug in one hand and phone in the other, held up to his ear. He smiles as he sees me, tells the other end he has to go, and clicks his phone off.
"Who was that?" I ask, stepping over to him and resting my head against his chest.
Wilbur wraps his long arms around me. "I have some very good news that I've been sort of keeping secret because I wasn't sure if it would happen. But it's just happened."
"What is it?" I asking, breaking away to fill a glass with water.
"I found some guys who also moved here from the UK." He can't seem to stop smiling. "And we're starting a band. I told you about my friend Joe and our sort of failed Hang the DJ, but we're getting with two other guys to make an actual successful band."
I grin at him as I drink from my glass. "Will, that's amazing. What's it gonna be called?"
"No clue. We're meeting up for dinner tonight. All I know is that I'm keeping solo work under David's label and we're gonna make our own label."
"You're gonna keep doing solo work?"
He shrugs. "Maybe once in awhile."
"Well, either way, I'll be the number one supporter." I lean against him, our arms pushed up against each other. "Should I find another producer?"
Wilbur quickly shakes his head. "No, no. I'll still have plenty of time for you. Plus, too many producers out here are really creepy."
I nod, looking down at my glass of water. I already have a bunch of songs written that we've agreed to produce together, and David, Will's manager, has signed me to their label and wants me to have an album finished in the next two months or so. That's a close deadline, but with plenty already written, we should be fine. "Wanna grab some breakfast?"
Wilbur takes a deep breath. "Uh, I mean, now that you mention it, I'm kind of down to devote the next few hours to starting your album. But I can pay if you wanna pick up something."
"That works," I go on my tip toes and place a kiss on his jaw. "I'll change then go."
He leans down and gives me a quick kiss on the lips before I walk back into my room. I brush my hair out and pull a hoodie over my shirt before slipping on a pair of shoes and grabbing my keys. I tell Wilbur what I want as he orders over the phone and he gives me his card when he's done.
"Meet ya back at your place." I tell him, putting on some shades. Sure, I'm not famous enough for many people to recognize me in public, but I look like shit and don't need the cameras capturing it if they're out there.
"Alright, stay safe."
I step out and yawn as I walk from the building and to a cafe right next door. I stand in a line and go on my phone, finally texting Sofia back from late last night.
Sofia: YOU DID?????
Sofia: Was he good?? 🫣
Me: A lady doesn't tell ☺️ Anyways, he's making a band with some of his friends. I'm dating a rock starrrr.
Sofia: Stop that's so cool omg. I'm ready to hear him sing about you
Me: Shit me too. You need to remeet him now that we're actually a thing now.
Sofia: And so I can see youuu 🫶
Me: Well of course 🤭 I gotta go. Love you
Sofia: Love you babe
I click my phone off as I reach the front of the line. I ask for the order for William and pay with his card before grabbing the bag and walking back to our apartment. I knock on his door, which is quickly opened. I notice he's changed out of his clothes from last night and into a grey shirt and black sweatpants.
"Thanks for paying," I hand him back his card as he lets me in.
"Thanks for picking up." He kisses my forehead, making me smile, before we walk into his mini studio. I take a seat in front of the mic and pull up the Notes app on my phone where I do most of my writing.
"I wanted to do Michelle first, the one about Blair."
Wilbur nods, and we try to find the instrumental we want for the song. I quietly sing the lyrics as we switch back and forth from piano and his electric guitar, deciding on the slow guitar picking. I pull on my headphones and listen as he pieces together the music, making a sort of haunting background that I love. I finally work on vocals which takes even longer, myself hating the way I sound and having to redo every single line. Thankfully, Wilbur is patient with me, and we end up with a beautiful song. He plays it for the last time, final checks for anything missing.
"Walk in the room
Take off your coat
You look so nice
I've been so cold
You wanna be my special one
I cannot breathe
Please just go home
Michelle
Michelle
You are a monster from Hell
Michelle
Michelle
You are a monster from Hell
You know just how to be cruel
When you shake your hips that way
Paint your lips that way
Michelle
Michelle
You are a monster from Hell
Michelle
Michelle
Walk in the room
Watching you smoke
I'm such a fool
Take off your coat
You know just how to be cruel
When you shake your hips that way
I don't care what you say
Michelle
Michelle
You are a monster from Hell
Michelle
Michelle
You are a monster from..."
"I wish you had actually name dropped her." Will grins, his index finger pressed against his bottom lip. "My friend would've loved it."
"I don't hate her that much. She'd get sent so many death threats by crazy people."
Wilbur dramatically sighs. "You're too nice."
I lean forward and kiss his cheek. "Don't worry, if you ever break up with me, I'll write a million super mean songs to make up for it."
"Perfect,"
