Be sure to play "22" by Taylor Swift when the time comes. Trust me, you'll know when to hit play. Alright, you can start playing the song when I actually start typing the paragraph of lyrics.
Imagine you're in the music studio. You're strumming the guitar as you wait for the other boys and Hunter to come back from getting coffee. You didn't want to leave the room! Everything would catch your eye. If it wasn't the guitar, it was piano, or the booming speakers. You were really glad that Hunter had taught you how to play guitar.
You already knew how to play the piano but you wanted to learn more. You wanted to play more instruments including the fiddle that your boyfriend dreaded. You even mastered how to play the kazoo which Hunter still didn't know how to yet and probably never would. Absentmindedly, your hands were playing an interesting tune. It was a tune that you didn't know. It was catchy and it sound a little crazy on the guitar.
"Crazy?" You said out loud. You rushed to grab a notebook that you always left in the studio. It was more of a journal and it was where you kept all your ideas.
Every. Single. Idea.
It didn't matter what it was about. You had some crazy ideas. There was one that said that you were going to date Leonard DiCaprio and you could play the part as Rose so much better than her. Another was where Luke Bryan was welcome to crash your party anytime and he could shake it for you anytime he wanted.
There were others like "I wanna write a song that describes a perfect moment in time" and "I wanna fall in love with someone who I can act crazy with and loves me for me and all my flaws."
"I like this..." You said as the tune continued coming from the guitar. The tune almost made you want to jump out of your seat and dance around. You had this weird urge to dress up in random clothes and dance like a freak. Then the tune stop and you found yourself looking out the window. You were staring at the beautiful sunset.
You walked over to the window and started to strum the guitar again. It didn't take long for night to fall. "It feels like a perfect night." You didn't say this but instead you sang and somehow it went perfectly with the tune. "To dress up like hipsters and make of--what?" Wait, what do people make fun of? Other people. You tried to think of another substitute for "people." Hmm...Ex-boyfriends and ex-girlfriends.
"It feels like a perfect night to dress up like hipsters and make fun of our exes, uh uh. Uh uh." Look at you all sassy. Sass-pants. You laughed at the idea of you being sassy. Maybe Hunter was right about you being sassy. You wrote the first of the verse to the song with ease. Now, you had to think of a chorus. This should be fun and mind boggling.
"I don't know about you but I'm feeling--" What word could possibly go there? "...but I'm feeling happy." No, not happy. Scratch that.
"I'm feeling excited." Scratch that too. It doesn't have a cool ring to it.
"I'm feeling antsy." No.
"I'm feeling giddy." Can you not?
"I'm feeling 22." Can you---that sounds epic! "I don't know about you but I'm feeling 22!" You started it from the beginning and didn't stop. The second verse came with ease. It was so much easier to write since you already had a vibe about what the song was about.
"It feels like a perfect night to dress up like hipsters and make fun of our exes, uh uh. Uh uh. It feels like a perfect night for breakfast at midnight to falling in love with strangers, uh uh. Uh uh. Yeah! We're happy, free, confused, and lonely at the same time. It's miserable and magical, oh yeah! Tonight's the night when we forget about the deadlines, it's time. Oh, oh! I don't know about you but I'm feeling 22!"
When you ended the song you realized that you had a drummer and few other guitarists. You glanced over at Hunter and blushed. "Why are you blushing? You were amazing! You just wrote a song by yourself!" Hunter said as he walked over to you and kissed you. "I'm proud of you, babe. You did good, (y/n)."
"Gee, thanks. I really had fun. It's so fun writing songs and then actually performing them." You say.
"I think that was an epic performance!" Steven said and smiling.
"Steven's a hard guy to please." He whispers in your ear and you were really proud that you had pleased Steven.
"And we don't even have to record that again." One of the music producers said.
"What do you mean that you don't have to record it again?" Hunter and you both ask the same time.
"The song was perfect the first time. Listen," your voice hear being playing through the speakers, "Your voice was excellent. We didn't have to use anything to fix your voice. You've got a talent like your boy right here."
"Thank you. That really means a lot."
"I think we should add it to our deluxe album. Something special and extra for the fans who support us." Hunter says and you look at him wide-eyed.
"Uh... I don't sing."
"Okay. I don't drink coffee." Hunter says and the other laugh, "Now that we both said things that we 'don't' do... Can we please add it to the album, (y/n)?"
"(Y/n)... It'll be fun and you might be able to join me on tour."
"I'll have to see about that, but I guess my song can go on the deluxe album." You say sighing in defeat.
"What would you like to name your creation?" Hunter says with a British-accent. You look at him and smile. You had already thought of the perfect and unique title for the song.
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Hunter Hayes ImaginesRandom
Imagines about the one and only Hunter Easton Hayes. Aside from the details you give me, I think of all of these imagines on my own. If I use somebody's else imagine then I do give them credit. Love y'all to Pluto and back. - Ash xx