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ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 ! ⋆·˚ ༘ *
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐒𝐀𝐓 in front of her piano again. Lyla had spent the day in the studio, occasionally taking breaks to refresh her mind, or stalking Tom's Instagram. I mean you can't blame a girl for trying, can you?
Lyla had scribbled her words, ripped out pages or just screamed in frustration during the past couple of hours. Writing music was fun, but it was also a lot of thinking and stress. She just wanted this song to be perfect. She wanted this song to be a hit. Most of all she wanted the Birmingham boy to listen to it. Him liking her post practically meant he wanted her, well that's was her delusional mind kept telling her.
Right now Lyla had just ripped out another page and threw it into the bin before running a hand through her hair and letting out an annoyed sigh. She needed to be focused, but she couldn't stay focused as Tom's quick remarks flooded in her mind.
Wait, Lyla thought before picking up pen and wrote down what she planned to be the start of the song. After a while, the blonde had finally figured all of this out and that made her relieved. All she had to do was show the lyrics to her music producer, record it, release it and possibly do a music video.
"I did it!" Lyla let out a happy shriek as she looked down at the song. A proud smile rested on her lips. Maybe she went through a lot of frustration, but it was worth it. The singer set her lyric book before her and began playing the notes on the piano, singing to the part of the song she had just written down.
