Lyric's POV
My phone is requesting video chat from Lydia, I sigh look at the manager. "I need to take this." I tell him.
I've got a pretty good feeling Lyds wouldn't of called she knows I was supposed to be in the studio right before I sent her that money.
"Hey, I'm kind of in the studio is it important?" I ask her as soon as I answer.
Her expression is frantic. "Extremely!" She hisses.
I look up at the guys that are watching me including my own manager.
"Well what is it?" I ask her.
"The cat is out of the bag." She says.
"Thanks for clearing that up, come on Lyds English I haven't got time for non sen-" She cuts me off.
"I just had a woman ask if my name was Lydia Starr I answered yes and reporters were all over Winter and I. How the fuck did they find me Lyric!" She squeaks in panic.
"Shit." I whisper stunned and rub my face. "Look just go stay at my parents for now." I suggest. "Go back home later."
"What if they find out where I live? They know my car now." She huffs.
I sigh biting my lip.
"Come on Lyric you're wasting time." My agent says.
"What am I supposed to do man they just found my girlfriend and my hometown." I growl in irritation.
"Girlfriend?" All the guys asks confused.
I sigh. "We were trying to keep it down."
"Is that the girl you claimed to of met over the summer?" He asks.
"Yeah."
He sighs. "Tell her to talk to them and deny the alligations that she is just friends with your sister." He says.
"One that doesn't involve talking to them." Lydia pleads from the phone.
I sigh running a hand through my hair. "Can you get me home after this?" I ask him.
He sighs. "I guess for a couple days you'll need to fly out to Miami though by Friday or you won't make it in time."
It's already Tuesday.
"Deal." I shrug then look down at the phone. "Relax baby I'll be home in a few hours go to my parents or you and Winter can go to my place." I tell her. "Just be sure nobody is following you."
"Okay." She whispers.
I hang the phone up and walk into the studio, I put the headset on.
"If you can lay this track fast Lyric you can go home as soon as you are done." My manager says.
"Alright let's get this over with." I huff.
The song of course is about Lyds, it's meant to be sang fast and I may not get it down the first time but we'll see...
🎶Anytime I need to see your face I just close my eyes
And I am taken to a place
Where your crystal minds and magenta feelings
Take up shelter in the base of my spine
Sweet like a chica cherry cola
I don't need to try to explain
I just hold on tight and If it happens again
I may move so slightly to the arms
And the lips and the face
Of The Human Cannonball that
I need to I want to🎶
It's hard to concentrate on the lyrics in front of me when my head is so filled with her, I'm stressed the fuck out so bad it's amazing I haven't gone into a seizure today.
I always feel like I'm running around like a chicken with my head cut off.
🎶Come stand a little bit closer
Breathe in and get a bit higher
You'll never know what hit you when
I get to youOoh I want you, I don't know if I need you but
Ooh I'd die to find out
Ooh I want you, I don't know if I need you but
Ooh I'd die to find out
I'm the kind of person who endorses a deep commitment
Getting comfy getting perfect is what I live for
But a look and then a smell of perfume
It's like I'm down on the floor
And I don't know what I'm in for
Conversation has a time and place in the interaction
Of a lover and a mate but the time of talking
Using symbols, using words can be likened
To a deep sea diver who is swimming with a raincoat🎶
My head begins to feel foggy, I can feel a seizure coming on but fight against it. Fuck just let me finish the damn song!
🎶Come stand a little bit closer
Breathe in and get a bit higher
You'll never know what hit you when
I get to youOoh I want you, I don't know if I need you but
Ooh I'd die to find out
Ooh I want you, I don't know if I need you but
Ooh I'd die to find outOoh, ah
Ooh, ah🎶
🎶Anytime I need to see your face I just close my eyes
And I am taken to a place
Where your crystal minds and magenta feelings
Take up shelter in the base of my spine
Sweet like a chica cherry cola
I don't need to try to explain
I just hold on tight and If it happens again
I may move so slightly to the arms
And the lips and the face
Of The Human Cannonball that
I need to I want to🎶
"Good job Lyric you're done." Is the last thing I hear before I collapse.
YOU ARE READING
Lyric Storm
Roman d'amourThis story is fiction none of the characters are real, this is from my own imagination. HOWEVER I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO ANY OF THE MUSIC OR PHOTO'S IN THIS BOOK AND WILL GIVE CREDIT TO EVERY ARTIST WHO ORIGINALLY SANG/WROTE THE SONG! Being stupid...
