Youforia [N.H]

09

Aycie Locke

June 19th, London.

Three weeks went past way faster than I could have ever imagined. I spent almost every single day in the studio at the bands flat, we were in there for hours on end every single day. I fell asleep there a few times and was always woken up by Liam who thought it would be funny to start hitting the cymbals on the drums to scare me, he found it hilarious but it gave me a heart attack every time. Nialls hand had also completely healed now and he was back to normal, apart from the scars that were forming from where he had them glued together.

I had gotten closer to each of the band members without noticing it, I think it's because I just felt more comfortable around them the more time I spent with them, but they were all really likeable and treated me like i was a sister to them more than anything. Any time I had that I wasn't teaching Harry lyrics and demonstrating the guitar solos and rhythms to Niall i'd spend writing, I'd written another four complete songs, there was a slow one which they requested, I also completed the one I started writing when Niall came over to tell me about the tour for the first time, and then there were two others which could only be described as upbeat and catchy.

The boys helped a lot when I was writing, they'd see what I was going for and give me a suggestion, it was mainly Louis that gave the suggestions, he had a big influence on the songs, but everyone gave a little input here and there.

I also started cooking them food most days, I felt a sense of responsibility to make sure they were healthier before they were touring. Surprisingly they were appreciative of me doing that for them, it seemed to me that they actually wanted to eat well but had no clue how to cook, so I was more than happy to do it for them if it made life easier because they were working hard all day.

I had to sign a bunch of contracts about my responsibilities and about the rights of my songs, basically I got the credit for writing and composing the songs, but if I ever quit my role, I couldn't copyright them and i'd still receive my share of the earnings from them after they were released and they'd be able to perform them. There was also a bunch of rules about being on social media, but it was all boring, I had to get my mum to sign some things since I was 17 and she's my guardian, it wasn't easy but I woke up extra early one morning so she could sign them, it only took a few seconds because she didn't read them.

We were also given a schedule of the tour, along with a list of all the hotels we'd stay at, the living arrangements for the tour busses and a list of the arenas with the times and dates of performances. I was given the option between the tour crew bus or the bands bus, I decided that I would just see what I felt like each night because I had become acustom to living around them the last three weeks but I didn't want to commit to being stuck on a bus with them for hours with no escape, sometimes the petty arguments got on my last nerves.

Only In the last week had things started to calm down a little as we were perfecting the songs, we had practiced each song about 100 times over, adding in Liam's bass and Louis' bass, Zayn took pretty much all the high notes and vocals that really made the songs feel perfect, Zayn had a softer voice than the rest of the boys, I appreciated him a lot, I kept the setlist in the notes app on my phone, I put stars by all the ones I wrote and was always looking at it checking the order of the songs and wondering if it was good, things had changed a bit since we added another 8 songs.

Setlist:
-no control
-ready to run*
-everybody wants to rule the world (cover)
-I want
-act my age*
-feel good inc. (cover)
-Diana
-one thing*
-say it ain't so (cover)
-fireproof*
-long way down
-one way or another (cover)
-rock me
-over again*
-runaway baby (cover)
-Alive*
-change my mind*
-clouds*