𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇... a fifteen year old girl falls head over heels for a blast from the past.
𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐃, hopelessly in love with a man who never bat an eye in her direction.
Or so... she thought?
...
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—SIX YEARS LATER—
"You haven't released an album since your first. The fans are begging for more and I don't know how much longer we can stall."
I sighed.
"Well, the first one is still doing good so—"
"But that doesn't last forever." Carla, my producer, shook her head at me.
It was a huge hit four years ago, even qualified for a grammy. But of course, I didn't win. I've been releasing singles to keep my career afloat, but I haven't gone on tour in two years. It's becoming an issue.
"I don't have anything to write about... I just can't think of a good idea." It used to be so easy, the lyrics would pour out before I even had the time to come up with them.
"Well, The Long Game only took less than six months to come up with, what's happened since then? I know you're creative Ramona, that's why i'm working with you."
My heart rate quickened at the thought of the first song I'd ever written.
"But those songs are about heartbreak. I'm not heartbroken anymore. I have a fiancée, a wonderful career and i'm in the top thirty best singers under thirty." I didn't know what could inspire me, at least not now.
"So, why don't you write about your fiancée, it'll come from the heart. I mean, if your last album was about your ex—"
I cleared my throat, not exactly wanting to hear her next words. "I'll figure it out."
"Ramona I... I don't want to see you crash and burn before you've even started. Just think about what I said, okay?" Carla spoke with sympathy and honestly, I appreciated it. I just didn't know what to do.
"Why don't you listen to The Long Game again, see what you loved about it. Maybe you'll find some creativity then." She suggested, I frowned.
"I hate that album."
"It's a great hit honey, you should be proud of yourself. You have amazing vocals."
"Carla, I love you... but i'm not going back to that era. I wasn't my best self and i'm finally getting there." It would all bring up many old feelings, which i'm definitely not ready for.
"Okay, I understand. We'll talk more tomorrow, crush that interview today, yeah?" She smiled, I nodded.
