𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝖱𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒.
In the bustling streets of London, Elsie, a junior reporter, finds herself at the epicenter of the city's most influen...
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𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 June 8, 2023
"Okay, I think you need to hit a higher note instead of the lower one," Finneas suggested, his eyes glued to the editing program on the screen. We were deep into the song, trying to perfect every detail. I sat next to him, Shark comfortably nestled on my lap. I grabbed the microphone.
"So instead of 'I'll love you till the day that I die,'" he sang softly, "you should probably do it like this 'I'll love you till the day that I die!'" His voice took on a dramatic, almost desperate tone. I couldn't help but laugh, nodding as the realization dawned on me.
"Okay, let's give it a shot," I said, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. Finneas nodded, and the track began to play. I closed my eyes, swaying to the beat. "I'll love you till the day that I die," I sang.
"No, no, wait, try again," I urged. Finneas replaying the beat. "I'll love you till the day that I die!" My voice cracked, and I coughed, frustration bubbling up. "Stop. I can't do this."
Finneas immediately stopped the track and looked at me, concern etched on his face. "Are you getting sick?" he asked gently.
I shook my head, feeling lost. "No, I just... I don't feel it." Shark leaped off my lap, sensing my unease. I stood up and began pacing the studio, trying to shake off the discomfort. Finneas hummed thoughtfully, clearly trying to piece together what was wrong.
To be honest, I had no idea what was wrong. Yesterday, everything clicked. I felt the music, the emotion.
"When was the last time you saw Elsie?" Finneas asked suddenly. I stopped in my tracks, turning to face him. His question hit home. Last night, Elsie and I had a long FaceTime call. We live in the same country now, but our schedules are so hectic that we barely see each other. It's maddening. I crave her presence every day, especially after that kiss. That unforgettable kiss.
