Chords

Chapter Two

The studio around me was not very spatial, but I was still in shock of the early morning meeting with Simon. I had heard many stories and watched a bunch of TV to know what people thought of him. The call Harry sent out to Simon when we were in the car last night made me want to jump out of my skin. But this is what I wanted. I couldn’t back out of it now.

“Have a seat Miss..” “Emma Caverly, Mr. Cowell.” Harry and Simon chuckled and Simon shook my hand. “Mr. Cowell is my father Emma. Just call me Simon.” Harry sat beside me and I tried not to let my nervous nail-biting habit start in front of this intimidating music mogul. “So, Harry tells me that you have some songs that he’d like to record with the boys for the next album.” “I do Sir—-Simon. I have them,” I rustled in my bag, ”Right here. Sorry they’re so cr-crumpled up.” Simon smiled once again, and said, “Harry did say you were a jumpy girl.”

It only took him seven minutes to say he wanted my songs. Seven minutes. The best seven minutes of my life. Unless I counted those seven minutes with Jake Carmichael in his sister’s closet, which I didn’t. “Of course we’ll give you full credit on the songs the boys like and want for the album,” Simon explained. “Simon,” Harry started, ”I want them all. They’re great material. She’s got talent, and we can’t let it slip. I think she should help us record it. You play right?” “Some piano. And guitar,” I stuttered. Simon sighed, and agreed to let me help with recording, and made me sign a deal with them.

“No pre-releasing of lyrics or music on the tracks, and you will get full credits on the songs. I mean, the boys can help tweak lyrics, but that is always up to you Emma.” “Yes. A million times yes. I can’t thank you enough.” Before Harry and I left so he could take me home, Simon pulled Harry aside. I didn’t catch much of their conversation, but the last words I could make out of Simon’s mouth was, “Remember what I said before.”

Now we were in the studio, ready to meet the boys and see if they liked most of the songs I had written, and extra stuff I came up with the night prior.”How do you do it,” He laughed in shock, reading more of the songs I had written last night. It wasn’t hard. I just had ideas, wrote them out on paper, and they somehow rhymed magically well together. “What do-” “This. You’re such a great writer. I mean, I write some, but this is great.”

I wanted to blush at his comments on my work, but then four very gigantic boys came through, giving Harry smiles and giving me a confused look. “Who’s this,” The blonde one spoke with the same accent as Christian. “Niall. Liam. Louis. Zayn,” Harry motioned at, giving me a sign of who was who, “This is a songwriter Emma. I found her a couple nights ago outside of Simon’s office, and she showed me her work. Simon wants her music for the next album.”

They all gave understanding nods, and lavished me with hugs. “What’s your name darling,” The one with the three-day stubble and arrow tattoos named Liam smiled. “Emma. Liam right?” He nodded, and motioned for me to sit down.

Tons of instruments were in the inside of the studio. A guitar, piano, drums, and mics. Everything I needed to get to work.

The boys were inside where the dark glass blocked my view of them, but I could make out Harry smiling at me, his left dimple creasing. He had been really sweet to me these past few days, and I didn’t know how to thank him. For everything. He basically gave me my dreams in the simple snap of a finger, with no questions asked.

“Alright darling! Whenever you’re ready,” The boisterous one that I found to be Louis, spoke through the loud-speaker. I gave a simple thumbs up, and placed the sheet music on the post, and prayed to God I wouldn’t screw up the lyrics and embarrass myself in front of these boys. I played the first keys, and started singing.

“How could you leave me behind

Standing at your beck and call

Knowing I’d always be falling into you

Even if I couldn’t stand the fall

I’ll let you hold me one last time tonight

To forget the hurt

Just forget our fights

I know it’s hard to shake away the pain

But if you can do it I guess I can try

It doesn’t have to end like this

The last touch of our very last kiss

I know you don’t want to lose me

But if I can’t stay here any longer

Masking the hurt that’s hidden underneath-”

I let the words flow out of me and along the piano, the keys singing beside me. I didn’t know what the boys were thinking, but right now, all I thought about was the song. The piano fitting perfectly with the lyrics and my voice. When I stopped, I felt so…free and invigorated. I knew in that moment, this is where I needed to be. This was where home was.

Just as I was recovering from my high, the boys came out from the booth, and all had gigantic smiles. “Emma, welcome to the team.”