broken home||c.h.

26: Everything comes naturally

January 2017

Molly's P.O.V

Ahh, what a way to end a nice trip.

I mean, the main goal was to have fun. The only surprise was the unplanned performance on New Year's Eve.

Surprisingly, that even turned out better than expected.

Even though I had an interesting yet somewhat weird confrontation, it also lead to someone getting a black eye...again.

Now the black eye wouldn't have happened if he warned me about coming. Taking a stick and staying in a batting position is also my first instinct for when I may be in attack.

I just hope I won't have to face that.

So, today was my first day in the studio.

Now, I've already been into my first meeting, now going in and actually doing work, jeez that has another layer of nerves itself.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I am excited, but at the same time, it was like going through the first day of school. The times when you have all the excitement to see all your friends, but then the nerves of who's going to be in your class come to you as well.

In this case, the excitement is getting in a more advanced studio and being in a better space, the nerves though, it like you want to put the best first impression, but the only thing is how?

So I'm in the car with Cal. He wouldn't let me go on my own and to be honest, I'm kinda glad.

If I went on my own, I probably wouldn't have left my car for an hour or so. Having him here is giving me some sort of relief, but I've just been clouded with thoughts of what could happen.

We have tight deadlines to reach, and to make this EP and get it out will take its time. One thing though, I've got some stuff we can record and I may need to write at least 1 or 2 more songs.

I've run over some demos with the stuff I already wrote with some people during the tour, and so going in creating the actual product is going to be exciting.

The drive is pretty long since we're not near the studio. I just stare outside as I am only half awake. The coffee hasn't kicked in yet.

"Molls?" Cal asks getting me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah?" I ask in a sleepy voice since I'm not fully up yet.

"You good?" He asks.

"Yeah, I mean, the first day on the job. So getting into the mindset, if that even makes sense." I say, then start to realize that may have not made sense.

"I think someone still needs time to wake up." He says.

"I know I do. It's like going back to the rehearsal schedule...except I missed my couch nap." I say.

"Oh Molls, you'll be fine. Just imagine it like when you went into the campus studio. The way your face lit up when I came with you to the campus tour, and when we snuck in to try it out. You sounded amazing, Just remember that moment and then you'll be okay." He says as he puts his hand in mine making me have butterflies. Yes, I still get butterflies around him when he remembers things from long ago, and when he does little things like this.

"Maybe you and I can do a duet for the EP? It would sound really nice, plus, you did help me write my first song." I say.

"Molls, I have a little confession. The song we wrote together is supposed to be a duet." He says and my eyes go wide.

"You purposely made it a duet?!" I say. I think hearing that woke me up, or the coffee kicked in.

"How did you not notice that?" He says.