Quick Note: I don't really know loads about Leo but think he's amazing! I've written him as how I think he is plus for some cute fluff bits! Not proof read x
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𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗦 of recording in the studio, we'd gotten a quarter way through the album now. The more I sang these songs, the more I realised all I'd missed out on over the past three years. It was a lot easier with a band in my opinion, I've spent the last three years having so much worry over what I'm doing being right and the success bearing heavily on me. Whereas now I had support and I'm working with people who once felt like my family. We were now working on a reworked version of Supermodel, with my vocals included in it as an exclusive album version. I'd heard nothing from Francesca which made me drink a bit more in the evening to ease my anxieties. I liked Supermodel, it was a nice upbeat song and reminded me of a few parties I'd been to. As Damiano and I were singer, I stood a little bit closer to him, thinking back to when we recorded for 'Chosen' and started to for Il Ballo Della Vita.
I stuck my hand out slightly as I sang, a habit I've had for a long time. My fingers brushed against Damiano's as we finished the song, I glanced over to him with a small smile which he returned. I couldn't dare to break my gaze from his. "Okay we got it guys!" Our producer called out from the box, Damiano and I quickly broke out gaze and left our area to join the others. Maybe there was something there, unless, I was the only one feeling that. We all high fived one another like we often did after a song. Before anyone could say another word my phone buzzed: Incoming call-Franks x
"Oh shit, I gotta take this. Can we take a break? I'll bring you all a drink back." I cursed softly then offered. "Yeah course." They all agreed. "Grazie Marlie." They all said in unison, "Ugh quit doing that!" I teased before walking off, their chuckles echoing the room.
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𝗜 𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗞𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 hallway, not too far away from the studio and accepted the phone call. "What do you want? If it's another screaming match, I'll pass thanks." I snarked softly, running a hand through my hair. "It's not, I'm sorry. Maybe I was a bit hasty." She replied to me, her tone was soft which made me feel confused due to her behaviour before. She was so hurtful to me a few days ago, granted, I deserved it but it didn't mean it hurt any less. "Look, I know I fucked up. But I'll make it right. We can start again, professionally I mean." I seriously said to her, as I reflected on us I knew I needed to stay professional. I was at a place in my life where things would be too messy otherwise, I was trying hard to do the right thing.
"Get off your high horse Marls, why are you being like this babe? You're acting like we've both not had something special, making me feel like it's my fault." Franky stated. "That wasn't my intention." I whispered out, suddenly feeling a rush of guilt. Maybe I was hasty, maybe my parents were right about me. "I just..I don't want to mess things up, you know? The recordings for the album have been going well and with the stuff going on with my family I don't want anymore tension or agro." I admitted to her, trying to be honest. There was so much unfinished business with my mum and dad, which I was trying to push out my mind for the moment- I'd deal with it after the album properly. I didn't wanna overwhelm myself with too many things at once like I've done previously.
