An afternoon at the Grove with Shawn was just what I needed to calm my mind. Currently I am sitting by the pool of the studio that Shawn insisted I stay at. The view is amazing and my phone is nowhere in sight.
Isolation may not work for most artists, who want to write in a short amount of time, but it worked for Shawn and it worked for Harry Styles so I think I'll give it a try.
Its funny to think that even glancing at my phone could stress me out but it's true. Focusing on good things or bad things, depending on what I want to write about, is hard when my brain is jumbled and thinking about the hundreds of thousands of things I just scrolled through on my phone.
"Hayden, I'm back!", Shawn calls from the front of the studio.
Yes. food. Finally.
"with food?", I ask even though I already know the answer.
"Of corse", he chuckles.
I close my notebook, and place my pen down on the table before making my way back inside.
Shawn sits on a bar stool digging through a bag of In-N-Out. I grin, burgers and fries, the perfect fuel.
"So, have you figured out what you want to write about yet. Thats usually the hardest part", Shawn asks munching on a fry.
I pull a burger out of the bag and nod.
"I want to write about the way summer night used to feel when I was in high school", I reply thinking back to that night back in Dallas when we were on tour.
"That's a start", Shawn says smiling at me.
No matter how much I'm thinking of Chase, Shawn's smile never fails to make me blush. I hate that.
"You think?", I ask bashfully.
"Yeah of corse".
I sigh in relief and settle down on a stool next to Shawn.
"Now eat, you've got five more days to do this, you need the energy".
That's enough for me to sink back into my seat and take a huge bite of my burger.
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Shawn's POV
Hayden has been working so hard these past two days, since she got rejected by my producers. It's all so funny to me. When she was first offered this opportunity she was so against it, but now that she's made it this far, it's so obvious that she isn't giving up anytime soon.
I decide to go for a run, she needs to be left alone for a while to get the lyrics to flow. I've been working with her since lunch yesterday, and I think she was ready for the alone time.
My feet sink into the sand, as I run. Music blasts through my earbuds into my ears. Running is a good escape from things, touring and writing consume my life and usually that's a good thing but it happens in such a way that I don't know what to do in my free time.
Running doesn't make me feel like I should be doing something that is related to my career.
I do miss Canada but running here in California is nice, the beaches, the view. It also gives me time to think. People don't understand how I'm able to think or concentrate with music no matter how loud or quiet. The truth is though, I can't concentrate without it. Even if I'm not even comprehending the lyrics I still need that background noise.
My mind is wondering, I don't even really know what song is blasting into my ears anymore. My thoughts have reached someplace else.
Thats why it scares me when my phone starts to ring. It buzzes in my pocket and the ringtone blasts into my ears.
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