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January 15, 2027
You groaned, hiding your own face with your palms. You already spent hours in the studio to write a song. But not a single inspiration ever crossed your mind. You knew art is art, you knew shouldn't pushed yourself while making an art but you just can't. You loved your fans so much and didn't want to make them wait.
You heard someone knocked before they open the door, you span your chair and found that it was Hange, your producer and co-songwriter. They walked and stood in front of you. "Hey, you good?"
You shook your head and without your permission, tears were streaming down your cheeks. "No, I'm not."
They give you a concern look and took you in their tight embrace, one of their hands traveled up and down on your back."I never pushed you, right? So, I think you better go home and take a rest."
You wiped your tears with the back of your hand, you felt extremely tired and useless at this point. "I can't, Hange. I love my fans."
They let go of you and placed their palm on your shoulder. "It's okay, they love you too. Do you think they'll be happy seeing you like this?" They asked and you shook your head as a 'no'.
"May I give you a suggestion?" They asked.
You scrunched your nose and gave them a smile. "Sure."
"You're known for writing songs about something that you never experienced. Maybe you should try to write a song about your past." They said.
You think about their suggestion, they were right. All this time, you always wrote about something that you just created in your head or about your current love life. "I- uh, maybe you're right."
"See? You create a delusion, write a song about it, and people pay for it. You're a fucking genius, (Y/N)!" They chuckled.
You laughed. They were right, your delusion paid your bills. "Hange, stop!"
They smiled. "C'mon, almost six years of career and you went home with two Grammies last year. You can do it! I gotta go, take care of yourself okay?"
You smiled and nodded. "Thanks, Hange."
"Don't forget to wear your scarf and gloves, Darl. It's freezing outside." They reminded you and gave you one last hug before they leave you all alone in the studio. You relieved a sigh and started to pack your stuff. You decided to go home just like what they said minutes ago.
You waved a goodbye to the studio's employees while made your way out of the studio. As you arrived at the parking lot, you saw a very familiar type of car perfectly parked in the parking lot. You haven't seen that type of car in forever. So, just like a time machine, that car made your mind and soul aren't here anymore but they're in a summer years ago.