Second Shot (Bastille)

12: Pizza, Polar Bears and Pregnancy Tests.

*May 2013*

*Freddie's POV*

The editing room was particularly busy today (not that I would know any different seeing as I did most of my editing at home but there was a "big inspection" happening over the next few days so everyone had been commanded to come in) most of the segregated cubicles were full with people working hard on whatever project they had been set; most- including me- were wearing headphones and off in their own little worlds and the only sounds that I heard were the whirring of the printer and the busy clicking of mice whenever my music faded out into quiet.

I had just finished editing a shot of Camden Market for a "come visit London" leaflet when my phone lit up beside me;
Dan: 1 new message.

I sent off the picture to print and opened the message;

Is it too soon to start writing new songs?

Me: Depends.

Dan: On what?

Me: If you've already wrote new songs.

Dan: Maybe...

A photo came through, a photo of a piece of paper- which looked like the back of a menu- with a few lines of lyrics written in Dan's slanted capitalised handwriting, reading;

"You've been granted three wishes
Say goodbye to your mother, your father, your son
I can hear your pulse racing from here
Sitting next to this gun beats your heart in your mouth"

Me: well that's ominous, or it was until I realised it was written on a Chinese takeaway menu, living the rock star life there 😉

Dan: That's me, you should know that by now.

Before I had a chance to reply, my headphones were being torn from my head and my chair was violently spun round. For a minute I thought it would be my boss and I was about to be done for slacking at work but then I realised that there was only one person who would get my attention that vigorously.

"Rip my ears off why don't you Sam?" I asked jokingly, my brows raised playfully. But Sam wasn't smiling. She was frowning, angrily? Worriedly? I couldn't tell.

"I've messaged you five times Fred." She gestured to the computer screen behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I saw the five messages at the corner of the screen;

-Freddie, meet me in the bathrooms in 5 minutes. Urgent.
-Fred? Hello?
-This is serious, I need you.
-LOOK AT YOUR COMPUTER GOD-DAMN IT FREDDIE!
-Fuck it, I'm coming over in.