Hozier Imagines - V

Coffee & Conversation

           You woke up with another migraine. It was Spring, so the weather despite bringing beauty back to nature, was not kind to you. For the past month, it had been bipolar, some days were hot and humid, others were cold and windy, both filled with rain. Looking around your small bedroom you felt alone. Usually, your queen bed was empty yet sometimes it housed a tall Irish musician and you fell asleep to his symphony of snoring with barely any space to sleep comfortably. Today you woke up head pounding and the bed feeling too big. You missed him. You had five more weeks until you could see him. Andrew is on a press tour for his latest album, which keeps his visits low and, you still have to finish your internship before you can afford to fly out and travel with him. You sigh and roll out of bed. Walking to the window you determine it will be another cold and rainy day. So you throw on a comfy sweater and some evergreen leggings as you head to the kitchen to make breakfast.

     While sipping coffee and stir-frying some eggs with spinach, you hear your podcast quit and your phone buzz on the counter.

"The Bogfather is Calling"

Quickly you pick up the phone and lean it between your cheek and shoulder.

"I hear popping sounds," Andrew says grinning through the phone.

"I'm making breakfast," you reply.

You can almost see him grab at his heart as he dramatically replies, "Oh love, don't get me started. I miss your cooking so much."

You laugh, "Ah yes a homecooked meal over expensive food and travel-tasting dishes around the world, poor baby."

"Don't patronize me these yokes* can't compare to my angels cooking."

You plate your breakfast and turn to the dining room to chat while you eat.

"Well," Andrew starts, "What's the craic*?"

"Not much today, unfortunately, it's cold as fuck and raining so I have a headache, and just a lot of busy work for the studio."

"Tell me more," he simply replies. You love that. He loves to listen and let you rant even when you feel you are annoying. The way he asks though makes you want to talk until eternity ends knowing he'd be sitting right next to you and playing with your hair the whole time.

"Alright, I just finished a treatment for a podcast episode and we film tonight with the guest, but I just worry. That it won't be good. I can talk for hours and eloquently at that when I am surrounded by friends, but as soon as I know I'm on camera I become too self-aware and forget how to speak English."

Andrew sighs, "Ehm I get it."

You laugh and he knows why.

"Seriously," he starts, "I have had a lot more time in front of cameras and with a mic in my hand, but it never gets easier. Feeling like you can't be authentic and knowing your voice reaches millions."

"My voice doesn't reach millions."

He smiles, "Not yet, love."

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Yoke

This slang term is commonly used in Northern Ireland to refer to a thing, object, or person.

Craic

Pronounced "crack", this word means "fun" and is used to ask how things are going, what is the vibe like, or if something is good fun. For example, "What's the craic?

PSSST. sorry for the low-quality pic of Hozier thought it was funny