The studio hallways are dark with different coloured light spots that highlight posters of different artists hanging on the wall and you catch yourself getting a little intimidated.
"This way" Calum leads you through a long hallway into a small room in the back. On your way there, he checks if you're still behind him by small looks over his shoulder every now and then.
The furniture looks vintage and the only thing sticking out of that old-schooled theme is the very high tech looking studio booth.
As you both enter the room, Calum goes around switching dimmed lights on and pressing different buttons on the editing station. It looks complicated and different lights start flashing up as he does so. You look around the room. You see small pieces of paper laying around everywhere with what looks like lyrics on them.
"Here -" he hands you one of the pieces. "- What do you think of it."
You start reading it. His handwriting is sloppy so you have to encrypt his words first.
It is a love song but the lyrics seem forced and rushed. You get what he was trying to say but you feel like there is no personal meaning behind this story. You don't move your eyes from the paper.
"Well -" You breathe out. "- Did you have someone in mind while writing it?"
"I don't know."
His answers are always so short and plain. But his deep raspy voice made them seem that much more important.
"I guess you don't really open up to people, don't you?" You raise your eyes.
He was so much taller than you. He didn't look that tall from a distance.
You are closer to him now than you were before. He must have gotten closer while you were reading his lyrics. You look right into his eyes as he tires not to concentrate on your lips.
"I don't know." He slowly repeats his sentence almost in a hypnotised way.
"I never really had those kinda feelings. I think I'm broken LOL.
And with that "Lol" all the tension is gone. He backs away from you and you laugh.
He throws himself onto a big red satin couch and lets out a moan.
You hear people laughing in another room.
"You hear that? That's All Time Low. We're best friends with them."
He seems weirdly proud to say that and you try not to flip out cause they are one of your favourite bands.
"I love them."
"You do?" Calum's expression gets excited.
"Well hit me up if you ever need tickets. I can get you into some cool things."
He gets up again and walks towards you.
"Here." He takes your phone without asking.
"Passcode?"
"1234"
"Hmmmm." He raises one eyebrow. "Original, I like that."
"More original than your lyrics Mister .. ." That hit him hard but he applauds you.
He creates a new contact in your phone with the name "I don't know"
"Good clapback." He laughs. "And it is Hood. Calum Hood."
