So today Troye had to go to the studio to start recording for his new album, and I was so excited for him. I knew his album was gonna kick ass. We were in the car and I was driving Troye to the address that he gave me. He was shaking a bit, I could tell he was nervous. He was flipping his phone in his right hand, and tapping constantly with his left. When we came across a red light at a signal, I placed my hand on his left hand. "Hey," I said. "Don't be nervous."
"I know, I know. This is just a really big deal and everything you know?"
"Yeah, I know." I said laughing a little. "You'll be fine Troye, I promise." When the signal turned green, I placed my hand back on the wheel. "Hey Troye," I then started to say, "hit that button over there." I pointed to a button in my car with my eyes. He placed a finger over a button and looked at me as if to get approval. "Not that one." I laughed. "That one." I tried pointing again with my head this time. He put his finger over the right button and looked up at me again. "Yeah," I said, "push it."
He pushed it and the radio started blasting "Levels" by Nick Jonas. It was on full volume, and we could sense all of the other people in cars looking at us. But we didn't care, we just kept driving. I noticed after another couple minutes of driving, Troye was more at ease than before.
We arrived at the studio, and parked. The building looked super sketchy from the outside, but the inside was actually very nicely decorated. The lights and chandeliers were very fitting for the tone of the room. The inside was also very bright and orange. Troye and I walked up to the man behind the check-in counter. When we approached him, we noticed he was on the phone. He put on finger up to us as if to say "Give me a minute." We nodded and waited patiently in front of the counter.
After about three minutes, the man was done with the phone call and apologized for taking a long time. "Hi, sorry, it's been a really busy week." Troye laughed. "It's okay." He said. The man smiled, "So, what can I help you gentlemen with today?"
"Um, I'm recording today for my album, I think I have one of the recording booths booked with my manager." The man behind the counter nodded and asked for Troye's name. I glanced at the man's shirt looking for his name tag while him and Troye were talking. "Tom", I laughed a little, but little enough that no one noticed. 'Tom is such a generic name.' I thought. Tom typed some stuff on his computer and then handed Troye a pass-like thing. "You're room eighteen on the sixth floor," he said, "the pass is just in case someone thinks you're just trespassing. If a security guard asks what you're doing, tell them what you're doing and then show them the pass and you should be fine. Since we have a ton of celebrities come in here, we have a ton of security. Just a heads up." I nodded. "Okay, thanks." We both said as we began to walk to the elevator.
We got to the room with no issue, and we didn't get stopped by security or anything. When we reached the room with the booth, Emma, Troye's manager, wasn't there yet. "Wow." I said as I looked around. Troye ran over to the sound board and began messing with it. I looked at him and laughed. "Troye, do you even know how to use that?"
"No," Troye said as he scanned over all of the sound keys, "but I never get to use the sound board because I'm always the one recording." I walked around for a little bit and found myself wanting to enter the recording booth, so I did. I went inside and put on the headphones. The lights and mic automatically turned on when I put the headphones on, or so I thought they did. I then realized that Troye had turned them on. I couldn't hear him from outside, so I waved. He waved back and pushed a button letting me hear him through the headphones. "Hi Connie Frannie." I laughed. "Hi TroyeSivan18." We were such kids. Troye pushed the record button and began to talk to me, "Sing Mr.Franta."
"Um I'm good, thanks." Troye pushed the "Stop Recording" button. I watched him play around with the sound board again for about a minute until hearing my own voice through the headphones. He had recorded me saying "Um I'm good, thanks", and remixed it. It actually sounded like a remix you would hear on the radio. I was laughing so hard. "Okay," Troye began to say, "now actually try to sing something." I blushed a little. I jokingly sang, "Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah." I then noticed that Troye was recording me on his phone. I yelled, "Oh my god Troye no!" I saw Troye laugh, but I couldn't hear him. I ran out of the booth to him. "Troye oh my god do not post that anywhere." Laughing hysterically, Troye turned his phone to me and showed me that he had posted it on Vine with the caption "CONNIE FRANNIE ON THE TRACK" I shoved him on the shoulder slightly, laughing, and said, "I hate you." Troye, still laughing said, "No, no, no, you love me Connor." I smiled and thought, 'I do Troye, I really do.'
Troye and I just stared at each other for a while until Emma walked in. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry I'm late, Troye, we need to get started. Hi Connor."
"Hi Emma." I smiled and reached out to Emma for a hug. Troye then gave Emma a hug and announced, "Okay, I have a ton of ideas." I smiled and responded, "Let's get started then, shall we?" Emma stood up straight, taking a breath, folding her arms and looking at both Troye and I. "We shall," she said, "we shall."
