Brad's pov
I drag myself out of bed, absolutely exhausted. I got home at half eight because we didn't finish in the studios until eight, by the time I got home and had something to eat I was too tired to socialise so I went straight to bed. It is another early start today so I had to set my alarm for six o'clock. The lads and I have to be in the studios at seven.
I go into the bathroom and hop in the shower in hope that it will warm me up and wake me up. I just stand there allowing the boiling water to cascade down my skin burning me as it travels down my shaking body to the shower floor. My skin turns a light red at the contrast of the boiling water to my freezing skin. My hair getting floppy and falling straight in front of my eyes.
As I warm up I start to wash starting with my hair then my body. I decide to hum a song by Westlife that Emma and I used to listen to when we were younger.
When I have finished my shower I get washed and changed into a pair of black skinny jeans, a plain white shirt and a black hoodie on top. I ruffle my hair with the towel to get off the excess water before deciding to let the rest of it dry naturally.
When I am ready I grab my phone and a banana then step outside to wait for Tristan who is picking everyone up today. I send a tweet and scroll through my news feeds while I wait for the car to arrive.
@TheVampsBrad
Waiting for Tristan to pick me up got another long day in the studios todayI get a few retweets, favourites and replies so I follow a few people while answering some messages. I hear a car pull up so I look up and see it is Tris. I walk over to the car and climb in. Connor and Tris mumble a hello but James stays quiet. I say hello and return my attention back to my phone.
@TheVampsJames
Another long day I am shatteredI look up at James who is on his phone.
@TheVampsBrad
@TheVampsJames is someone feeling gym deprivedI joke. I send the tweet hoping to put a smile on the lads face. I watch as he opens the tweet and reads it. He rolls his eyes and closes twitter then locks his phone. Well someone is grumpy today.
After a rather boring and awkward journey, we finally arrive at the studios. We file out of the car and into the building.
"Hey Jane. Can you tell us what room we are in today please?" Connor asks.
"Are you recording today?" We shake our heads. "Room four again." We thank her and walk down the corridor. Tris and I in front with Connor just behind us. I look back to see James really trailing behind. Maybe he is more tired than the rest of us.
I knock on the door and enter before waiting for a response.
"Ahh lads. Right we have some things to discuss and things to plan please take a seat and we will get started." Joe instructs us as soon as we walk in. We take a seat around the table opposite Joe and Dean. "Right how are you all today?"
"Shattered." James mutters.
"Alright," I answer at the same time as Connor.
"Fine," Tristan says. Joe nods and looks at a small list that is in front of him.
"So first things first. Singles. 'Can We Dance" and "Wild Heart" were real hits. People love your music and you are getting bigger. We need to take this opportunity to really lift off so we need another single to be released as soon as possible so we can keep people interested in you. Have any of you come up with ideas for your next song or looked at covers you can do?"
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