Love You Like a Love Song || Calum Hood

the meeting

Luke's pov

When I got up the stairs the first thing I notice was that the time definitively had stopped inside of that building. It had an 80’s kinda vibe, odd but quite pleasant.

To the left, a sofa and a coffee table with newspapers and magazines on top was next to the closest wall. A beautiful ocean painting hangs on the same wall the sofa is leaning on.

Two doors stands side to side, with names on it. On the right side there is a balcony with some plants on top of it. None I can recognize at first. The lighting has a yellowish tone but I don’t know if it is due to the golden hour or if it's just to blend all in together.

I'm the only one standing there. I'm not sure if I should wait someone shows up or turn around and go away. I don't even know what I'm doing here.

Just when I decide to leave I heard a female voice behind me, “Hey sir?” she asked me

I turn around, and now looking at the woman's face I answer “Hello.” not sure of what to do now. I feel like I was caught doing something I wasn't supposed to do.

“May I help you?” she proceeds politely, clearly not satisfied with my answer.

“Yeah! Yes, of course" I say now, after realizing I actually needed to explain why I'm here. "I saw the neon sign outside, I'd like to talk with the voice coach.” I say, finishing it with a soft smile. I mean, I have to look like someone who was there for a reason and not just a random creep.

The girl opens a smile; seems she hasn't heard those words in a while. “Oh, nice! I'm Eleanor Williams and I'm the voice teacher, nice to meet you mister..?” She says raising her hand to me, which I give a handshake as I remind I hasn't introduced myself yet.

“Luke Hemmings but you can call me just Luke”

“Okay Luke, let’s get to my office and then we’ll talk” she makes her way to the door on the right side and holds it for me.

I get inside and her office still have an 80’s vibe but it’s a little more minimalistic, with white being the predominant color. It’s beautiful actually.

“Make yourself comfortable.” She says and I decide to sit on the sofa as she walks her way to a chair, right in front of me.

“So, mister Hemmings, what would you like to discuss?” she cross her lags and put her hands on her knees as her sight is locked on me.

“Well, I'm in a band and we’re at the recording process. There’s this particular song, which will be our first single, and it's becoming a problem.” I start saying, not sure of how I am supposed to address the issue properly.

“I see.” She looks very serious now, and for the first time I start to pay attention to her features. She's not tall or short, just average. Her dark brown hair is a little less curly than mine but suits her brown eyes well. Eleanor look like that girl you swear you already had seen her before, but if you really did you surely would remember. She doesn't have nothing that stands out, and being with a simple blacks t shirt and dark blue jeans makes my point harder to deny, however, she's gorgeous.

“And what kind of problem are we talking about?” she asks, curious.

“Lack of consistency." I admit. I still feel defeated with my previous meeting with Rice and I'm trying to hide it, not sure if it's going well. "It's a difficult song to be sang because the notes are higher than what I'm used to sing.” I explain to her.

I don’t know why but there’s something in the way her kind eyes look at me that makes me like her even though we just met.

I continue to explain her the situation: “As the first single of our new album I'll need go nail it live over and over again, this song will be the headline  of our promo tour so I can’t fuck it up, and I feel like I'm already doing it”.