Tayvis One-Shots

don't panic

Taylor's POV

The studio is filled with the usual quiet hum of equipment running, the soft whir of the air conditioning, and the occasional click of Jack adjusting something on the soundboard. I lean back in the chair, spinning in it a little, as Jack plays around with the mix for the new track. I can't help but smile at how comfortable I feel here, like this is the place where I can just be me.

"You wanna try that line again? I'm not sure the delivery was there," Jack calls out over his shoulder, his voice casual but focused.

I nod, picking up my mic again, adjusting the headphones that feel like they're permanently attached to me at this point. "Alright, give me a second."

I take a deep breath, letting the quiet energy of the room sink in before the music starts again. It's a laid-back beat today, something soft and almost reflective, but with a little bounce. The kind of track that feels like it could belong in one of those end-of-the-night scenes in a movie where everything feels calm and in place.

Jack's fingers hover over the board, nodding in rhythm to the track as I start singing the first few lines. He looks back at me, a slight smirk tugging at his lips as I sing. "Better. That's the one. You're definitely in the zone now."

I flash him a quick smile, pushing my hair out of my face. "Thanks. I think it's the tea. It's magical."

Jack chuckles, shaking his head, and I can see him making a few more adjustments. We keep running through parts of the song, taking breaks every now and then to chat about random stuff—he mentions a funny story about his cat, and I tell him about this new thing I've been binge-watching on Netflix. The usual. A little bit of work mixed in with some casual nonsense to break up the tension of the studio.

I lean back in my chair, feeling pretty good about the track we're working on. I can't help but feel a little lighter in here. It's a good vibe. No pressure. Just... music.

Jack, always so meticulous, taps a few more things on his keyboard before turning back to me. "Alright, I think we've got it. How do you feel about it?"

I sit up straight, taking off my headphones and letting the track play through the speakers. The sound bounces off the walls, and I listen carefully, nodding slowly as I let it sink in. "It's... it's good. I think it's exactly what I wanted."

"Good," Jack says, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied grin. "We're getting somewhere. Maybe we'll try layering some more harmonies on the chorus tomorrow?"

"Definitely," I agree, stretching a little as I stand up from the chair. "This one's feeling special."

Just as we start talking about adding a few more layers to the track tomorrow, my phone buzzes on the table. I glance at it quickly, then turn it over when I see it's a message from Travis.

"How's the studio going? Need anything?"

I can't help but smile at how thoughtful he is, even though he knows I'm in the zone with work. I quickly text back, "It's going great! Just wrapping up for the day."

Jack raises an eyebrow as I finish typing. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, just Travis checking in," I say, putting the phone down and rubbing my eyes. "He always does that. I think he gets worried I'll work myself into the ground."

"Sounds like he's a keeper," Jack teases with a grin.

I roll my eyes, laughing lightly. "Definitely. I think I'm lucky."

Jack chuckles, getting up from the soundboard. "Alright, well, I'll wrap up some of this stuff and let you go. You ready to call it a day?"

"Yeah, I think I'm done for now," I say, picking up my jacket from the back of the chair. "Thanks, Jack. You always make everything sound better."