One For The Ages

Dix: Valentine

Right after the Red concert in Berlin, our group went back to London for another round of the show. I had two days to prepare for the surprise before I fly back to America for a studio recording with Max and Johan. Ed went back to busy as usual which bought me enough time to prepare for his birthday. I wanted everything to be arranged before I get back to work. I've contacted a few of his friends to help me with the preparations. Even Stu was colluding with me, which was very helpful indeed.

After I finished everything that needs to be done, Ed took me to Shoreditch to spend time, shop, and grab a bite before I leave London. We had an eclectic dining experience in one of the many trendy gastropubs. I went crazy over the fact that I belong in this chic vintage town. I was overwhelmed by it's charm, in every corner, vintage shops, and design boutiques. He practically laughed his ass off the whole time I make a face. Days with him were blissful, until I flew back to the US for the recording of my upcoming album.

A day after I got back from London, I was scheduled to record at the studio. I woke up past seven, went straight to the bath to prep for the day. In a pair of brown jeans, navy blue sweater topped with a green beanie, I got my keys from the counter and glanced at the clock, it was nine fifteen. My calltime was nine thirty, I scurried to my car and drove my way down the studio.

Luckily, I got in just in time. The taps of my heels echoed across the hallway. When I came in the room, I saw Johan sitting on the couch having a coffee.

"Hey, good morning! It's nice to see you again," I greeted. 

"Good morning to you too, Taylor. How are you? Ready to record?" Johan replied. 

"You know, I haven't had my morning coffee yet, but I'm so pumped up about today!" I answered back enthusiastically.

"So, let's get it on then," Max said, just coming in the room trying to join in the conversation. 

Johan and I laughed.

I have written a number of songs since last year. Inspiration taken from someone I dated late months of twenty thirteen. Yes, the one who's friends with Ed, that guy. I presented some of my draft lyrics and voice memos to the recording team, and they liked it. We tried to tweak some lines and put in some melodies. I wasn't sure if the songs were perfect, but what I'm sure of was I loved every line, every pun, and beat. I was having so much fun. I even posted about how my day went, I meant how my Valentine's day went on instagram-- songwriting and recording for my new album. Instead of dating my secret boyfriend, I was out working. But that was okay, I got it. Dating on February 14th would put us back to the spotlight. We wouldn't want our publicists to go gaga over this again.

Still hyped from the studio, I went home with excitement on my face. I couldn't wait to call Ed and tell him what happened earlier. When I got home, it was almost dark. I was planning to turn on the lights in the living room when I saw flickering lights in my peripheral view. I immediately turned my head to check where the lights were coming from. It was fairy lights draped around what looked like a blanket fort in the middle of the family room. 

I wasn't sure if some stranger would come out of the covers jumping right at me. There were instances of that happening, a fan, paps, or a stranger claiming he was my lover. I took out my phone, ready to call 911 as I walked slowly to the family room. The room was dark, the fairy lights were the only source of illumination. I tapped my shoes against the floor with every step, announcing my arrival. 

"Hello! Who's there?" I asked curiously, my tone pretending to be brave. I backed out a little when I saw a silhouette of a man against the bed cover. "This isn't funny. I'm calling the police!" I yelled a warning.