01:24am,
daniel & marzia.
it’s been a long, long day. he’s been stuck in his home-studio for the majority of the day, working on tracks for his first album that was set to release in exactly one month. while he has more than twice as many songs recorded, and even more written, than the ep will actually hold, he wants it to be absolutely perfect—which is proving to be a harder reality to accomplish than he’d initially believed. despite days continuing to pass, he still finds himself changing lyrics, or melodies, or even the tracklist itself just because he can.
he’s not unknown, and surely the small amount of fans that he’s earned during his days of posting demos on soundcloud wouldn’t hate anything he releases. well, he’s definitely doing some wishful-thinking, hoping this is the case to feel less intimidated about the whole thing. can anyone really blame him for being anxious, though? he finds himself constantly overthinking every decision he makes regarding the album, certainly stressing out his manager and co-producers with how indecisive he’s being. it’s his first piece of work as a signed artist under a popular label, and there’s a mountain of expectations he wants to meet: both his and everyone else’s.
it’s now been a couple hours since he’s left his studio, tired eyes slowly blinking as he searches for a ray of light during this dark, stressing time—also known as his wonderful, brighter-than-the-sun-itself significant other, who’s also conveniently the one person he wants to impress the most. many of the songs are about her, about them, and he wants her to know everything he’s always wanted to tell her but too shy to say outside of his element.
he finds her in another room, a small smile immediately creeping onto his face as he watches her back. he’s glad she hasn’t noticed him yet ( or maybe she has, he’s still grateful that she hasn’t turned around ), and he finds himself suddenly thinking about the first night they met. a lot of time has passed since that fateful night, and sometimes he finds himself thinking about where he’d be in life if she didn’t come along and impact it as much as she has. he takes out his phone, immediately going to his gallery to look for the photo of them he took that night, before finally tiptoeing towards her.
he snakes his arms around her, pressing a small kiss to the side of her head before resting his chin on her shoulder, a fond grin on his face as he shows her the photo on his screen. “do you remember this night?” he starts, already knowing her answer, “when we took this photo, i didn’t even imagine how important you’d become to me. i was just happy i made a friend all on my own.”
