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Sunday we got a message from Brendan. We know because Harry came running up to our wing, phone in his hand. "He replied!"
Excited he showed us the message:
'Hey Harry,
It sounds pretty cool to work with Anonymously MADE. They really blew up over the past few months, and I ofcourse watched the episode of Starway they were shown in. You said you wanted me to come over Sunday, which happens to be today so I can't make it in time, but what about lunch tomorrow? I'll come over to your team house if that's necessary and we could have lunch while discussing stuff about the performance. You'll see me around.'
"Nice." Mike grins, looking up at me, Alex and Day.
"We'll do it. Monday's fine, we can practice Paint Your Wings today and Day can go to her guitar lessons. I need more singing lessons if I want to sing this song properly anyway. I'm not the greatest singer obviously."
"Sounds good, I'll go send a message to him then. Day, I think you're coming down for practice too?" Harry looks at her, and she nods, following him to the music part of our house.
"I'm going to go over my parts again real quick. The drummer is coming Tuesday and I want to be able to play a decent amount of the song by then." Alex dissapears to his room.
"Me too. Niall only has time for me Tuesday, and while that practice is a few good hours, I still want to practice before that. Can't sit around doing nothing now, can I?" Mike turns to his room as well, the door that always shows the green in his room closing.
I sigh. It's just me left and I honestly can't do anything. I know Zayn has practice now with the sisters and I already know my guitar parts decent enough for practice with Niall. Mine is tomorrow and I had nothing to do yesterday, so I ended up playing the guitar parts over and over again, and I know Day is too. Niall taught her the chords and a few extra ones quickly yesterday, and she lend my guitar the same evening, trying to get the hook right.
She didn't yet, obviously.
Paint your Wings is way too difficult for a beginner to get in a day, you would need at least a week, with a few hours of practice every single day. And I know she will, and that she'll play amazing. She just can't yet.
I look at the sofa, which looks extremely tempting for a nap right now, and the stairs. I could go explore the garden. It looked beautiful when I went to search Day, and undoubtedly it still is.
I take the trip down the stairs and then go to the left, searching the door me and Day went inside through.
When I see the grey door, matching the walls, I smile. I open it, and didn't expect to find Liam smoking there, with Louis.
"Hi." I say.
"Emely." Liam breaths.
"Hey." Louis says.
"I didn't know you guys still smoked."
"Just to be able to handle the stress. It's a lot." Louis looks ahead, into the garden. The purple flowers remind me of Day's purple hair.
"I can imagine."
He turns to look at me and laughs, but it sounds sad. "Not too long until you'll be in the middle of all of the shit yourself. Please don't sign to Syco. They'll haunt you forever with their producers and credit. It's shit." Louis presses the ciggarette into the ashtray I assume he and Liam put on the porch. His fingers shake, it seems to take a long time.
Liam decides to switch topics. "Now that I see you Emely. Could you film one of the video diaries? They put them in the next episode your band is in after the one that has been recorded already, and since you are going to show your face anyway, you can do it now. All video diaries are shown after performance, to see the work that was put into having a performance like you just saw." Liam looks me directly in the eye.
