time to begin [n.h]

twenty-seven; arguments

“You have an album coming out, correct?”

“Yep, it’s scheduled to release sometime in June of 2013. Wait, that’s this year. This June.” I stumble upon my words.

“Any songs featuring One Direction? We know you’re very close with them.” She adds with a wink.

“Nope, none with the boys.” I say with a fake smile on my face this time. People think that just because I’m friends with One Direction then they’ll be on the album or doing everything with me.

“A little birdie told me that you wrote all the songs by yourself?”

“Yeah, I wanted it to be original; something that actually came from my soul instead of another artist.”

“That’s wonderful,” The interviewer says. “How are you and Niall doing?”

“We’re good. I think we’ve been together for a whole year now. Our anniversary was the 23rd of November.”

After the interview finished, I took off all the makeup I had on and left the studio. Unlike the months before, I have a really busy week. Interviews, photoshoots and recording for the album for the whole week. I only have two more days of it after today. Let’s just say that it’s very stressful and I’m not too fond of it.

So after being rushed out of the building and into a black car by a few security guards, someone else drives me to the recording studio so I can record another song for my album. I take the time to text Niall since I barely get the chance to.

To Niall:

i miss you x

I keep my phone out, waiting for him to text me back. But I put it away when we arrived at the studio after turning it off so it doesn’t go off in the middle of recording. He didn’t respond. It made me a little upset but I know he’s busy too with the band and all. Now that I think about it, it’s actually really boring without the boys here with me. My security guards won’t talk to me or my drivers so it’s usually silent if not almost silent.

When I step out of the car with two security guards, I hear screams and shouts. I smile and sign a few things before being pulled inside the studio by the guards. I wish I could replace them; I really don’t like them. If I were to choose, I would choose a good security guard that would actually talk to me and let me talk to my fans.

The walk to the studio I’m in was short. Probably because I spent the time looking at all the other celebrities who were here on the same day to record their own songs. I get into the booth and put the headphones on. No matter how stressed I am, being here in the recording studio makes me feel like I’ve actually accomplished my dream. Singing makes me happy. It’s one of the things that has stuck with me over the years. I get the cue to get ready and the beginning of my song.

“Hey dad, look at me. Think back and talk to me. Did I grow up according to plan? And do you think I'm wasting my time doing things I wanna do? But it hurts when you disapprove all along.” I sing the beginning before moving onto the bridge.