london (january, 2022)
-Well Lizzy, you recently confirmed that you are working on your second EP. What can you tell us about him for now? - asked my interviewer, who I think was Harry.
I've been here for over an hour and the only thing I can think about right now is getting out of here.
-Well, I can't say much right now,- I said while forcing a smile, -but what I can say is that it's going to be a more personal EP.- I have tried to open up a little more with myself to get more specific songs about what I feel and I can say that it won't take long for them to see the light.
The audience applauded vigorously and some squeals of excitement were heard.
-Wow, that's very good to hear. And what is your life like since the release of your first EP "in nocturnal"? It's only been a year since its launch, how have things changed?
-they haven't changed as much as it seems, after all I couldn't go on tour due to the pandemic but I have played in some small places. But I will be delighted to tour with the new EP and I feel that things are going to really change there - I said happily.
GOD.
It terrifies me how it can change my life, I never thought that my first EP would be so recognized, I just did it for fun and for what it can happen, but I never asked for any of this.
-That's great to hear Lizzy. It's time to say goodbye, it's been a pleasure having you here.
-The pleasure has been all mine, thank you so much- I said as the audience applauded again and the presenter stood up to say goodbye.
As soon as we left, I went straight to the dressing room where my manager was waiting.
-You have been very good Lizzy.
-Do you think?- I asked.
-yeah, of course...- he said, looking away.
I looked at him strangely, all he did was avoid my gaze.
-what? what's wrong?
-Well, you know I hate to put pressure on you but now that you've mentioned it, the delivery deadline for the EP is in three weeks and it's not finished yet- I sighed at what he said, I already knew where this conversation was going -I can't continue convincing them to push back the deadline Lizzy, I've already done it twice.
I didn't say anything, I just looked at the floor, I didn't want to talk.
-I really insist, if you don't have any other song in mind you will have to add Camden to the EP- I looked up.
-I'm not going to do that- I flatly refused.
-Lizzy, there's nothing wrong with that song.
-of course there is, it's about me- i pointed myself.
-all your songs are about you, you will get over it.
-You don't understand- I looked at the ground again -I wrote that song to let off steam, i've never think about released it and I don't plan to do it- I looked up and we stare at each other.
-You have three weeks.- With that said he left.
I can't sleep that night.
I dedicated to writing in my notebook, writing down everything that came to my mind, everything, so I wouldn't have to use Camden.
"Oh my god, I can't control this," I wrote in my notebook, "I don't know when I thought it would be a good idea to release music, I can't control this, all the pressure, I'm only 21."
I'm looking at the last sentence I wrote.
21
I remember that a long time ago I wrote a verse of a song that said:
"I missed your 21st birthday
I've been up at home
Almost tried to call you,
don't know if I should
Hate to picture you half-drunk, happy
Hate to think you went out without me"
I spend the night writing that song.
I can finally forget about camden.
As soon as the sun came out I called my manager.
"I have a new song," I told him without even say hi.
He told me to meet him and my producer at the studio at 4 pm.
-Well, I spent the whole night without sleeping to write this so I hope it's worth it- I went into the voice notes app and i played the song for them.
It was just me and my guitar...
I was proud of that song, until they looked at each other.
Before the second chorus started they cut me off.
-Lizzy is good, but I don't think it's enough for the ep- said my producer.
-what?-
-The song is good, don't get me wrong,- he corrected, -but I don't feel like it fits on the EP.-
-It's okay , don't worry- I faked a smile -I don't think that it's good either, i just wanted to know your opinion, it's... it's fine, totally fine- with that said I said goodbye and left.
Why couldn't I write a song? what was wrong with me? why?
The only thing I did when I got home was lie on the couch looking at the ceiling, while I thought about what I could do.
What if I left? What if i disappeared and didn't tell anyone? obviously not forever, I still had to continue with the EP.
But what if I went somewhere else? not too far from here either.
Dublin.
why not? It was a quiet place and not very different from London.
I got up and went to get my computer. Look for plane tickets.
Decided, i will leave tomorrow.
I bought the tickets and got up to look for a suitcase.
I pack up a pair of sweaters, pants, T-shirts, a dress, shoes, socks, underwear and a coat.
I also pack a bag and my makeup, my computer, my headphones and my notebook.
My flight left in 10 hours, so I took the opportunity to get some sleep and then I would order a taxi to go to the airport.
God, I'm going to do it.
I'm going to leave.
A/N:
hi! First of all I wanted to apologize in case you find any spelling mistakes or any phrases that don't make sense, english is not my first language. It makes me very happy to be able to write this story since I have always had it in mind to do it, so I hope you like it and enjoy it.
Also, in case you speak Spanish and someone has found this story, I wanted to tell you that there is also the Spanish version of this story, so I would be really happy if you stopped by to see it.
