Moan {HIATUS}

In the Studio (1)

I hit my head against the thin glass of the recording booth. I am not getting the note right. In my part of this new song, Turn Your Face, I can't hit the right note.

"Come on Sasha, you can do it give me one more try." Tyler, the guy who is recording everything says. I nod my head and turn back to the mic. The music plays and I count four beats before I sing.

"So just turn your face, until I can't see you anymore." I get the first see at the right note, but now onto the second one, "Turn your face, until I can't see..." I stop because I don't hit it again. I pull the headphones off my ears and put them onto the music stand in front of me. I cover my face with my hands and sigh. The door of the booth opens and someone walks in. I turn to see Ava. She gives me a sympathetic expression.

"Why can't I do this?" I say, my voice cracks. I always get really upset when I am not doing something really well. This is the worst, I hate it. She hugs me.

"You are just having an off day, take a walk. Calm down, think about happy ponies and unicorns. Then get a cupcake from the food room, or whatever it is called. Okay?" I nod into her shoulder. We release and I walk out of the room with my head down. Then I walk into the break room and see the plate of cupcakes.

There are so many! I want all of them! Only one, just one! There are chocolate, vanilla, red velvet, what looked like lemon. With all different kinds of icing and decor. My hand hovers over one of them as I decide which to pick. I finally decide on a chocolate cupcake with vanilla icing and sprinkles. I unwrap and bite into the chocolately goodness.

Even a cupcake isn't cheering me up. Why am I so sad about this? It's not that big of a deal. I walk out of the break room, cupcake in hand. I pause at the hallway, I could go back to the room the girls are in, or I could go upstairs to what everyone calls the lazy lounge. The lazy lounge is a great place to sit and relax. There are beanbags, recliners, couches, a tv. To the lazy lounge! I walk up the small stairs and into the room. There is no one here today. I walk over to the corner which has a CD player and a whole bookcase full of CDs. There is a beanbag behind the shelf, it is my favorite place.

I finish the last of my cupcake as I sit onto the purple bag. I pick out a cd. 'Nightingale' Single. Hey thats one of our songs. I place the cd in the player, hit play, and lean back. This is a great place to think. I lean my head against the wall behind me and listen to the soft love song. I shouts downstairs but I ignore it. The door to the stairs slams open and shut. Someone stomps up the stairs. I pull my knees in close so I am invisible to the person. Then in a quick movement I shut off the CD player.

I peek around the corner and see Harry Styles, a very furious Harry Styles. His fists unclench and clench multiple times. He walks over to one of the chairs and grips the top of it. He grips it so tight that his knuckles turn white. Then in a fluid motion the chair is on the floor and Harry is breathing hard. He throws another chair to the floor. He puts his hands onto another chair as if to throw it also, but he suddenly stops. His facial expression changes to one of depression and great sadness. He leans forward and out his forehead on the back of the chair and sobs. Literally body racking sobs. I hear more shouting, it sounds like someone calling his name. The door opens yet again and up the stairs comes Louis. He rushes over to Harry. Louis sets his hand on Harry's shoulder and Harry looks up. He sees that it's Louis and he wraps him in a bear hug, still crying. Louis wraps his arms around the sobbing boy. I shift to get a better view and CD's clatter to the floor. Louis looks over and I stand up. He lifts a had from Harry's back and waves. I wave back.

"Harry?" Louis says softly. Harrys shakes his head, with difficulty because of the fact of it being on Louis' shoulder. " I am just going to walk over to the couch so we can sit down okay?" Louis says and Harry this time nods. Louis and Harry walk over to the plush couch against the wall and sit down. They don't release the hug. Harry just sits there and cries. Louis rubs circles on his back and shushes him.