Nola, and her three beautiful girls, are looking for a fresh start. When they take up temporary residence in her grandparents home in London, she is told the musician living next door is rarely home. To Nola, he sounds like the perfect neighbor.
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*** A/N: For the purposes of this book, the bridge in As It Was says 'three kids follow her'. Y'all know the reason why.
"Dude. Are you seriously going to write a line about her kids into the bridge?" Tyler asks and I nod. "I'm just saying that maybe you should run that by her first?"
"I will, but for now I just want to keep working. We're on a roll." Tyler sets a few things on the soundboard and we run through the bridge one more time, trying to figure out the missing lines.
"Go home, get ahead, light-speed internet, I don't wanna talk about the way that it was. Leave America, three kids follow her. I don't wanna talk about who's doin' it first... Do you like who's doing it first or us doing it first. Or maybe her doing it first?"
"That last line doesn't feel like it fits still..." Tom says, biting his lip trying to come up with a different line. "I don't wanna talk about us falling in love?" he asks. My head whips towards him. "Too much?"
"Too much," I say. "What about I don't wanna talk about..." I say trying to get the right count. "I don't wanna talk about me being enough or I don't wanna talk about..."
"us being a thing?" Mitch suggests and I sing it through again.
"Go home, get ahead, light-speed internet, I don't wanna talk about the way that it was. Leave America, three kids follow her. I don't wanna talk about us being a thing. Ba da da da da da da duh da da da..."
"What about I don't wanna talk about her being with me?" I sing through that version and I like it the best of what we've come up with, but I don't love it.
"I still don't love it, but we can work on that later. I think we're going to stay stuck if we don't just move on," I say. We continue to lay down the chords for the demo. I've gone back and forth on this song being slow or being uptempo. We have played through it both ways. It's clearly more sad. lyrically, than it is happy, with the lyrics mostly about living during the pandemic and how that caused a shift in everything. Nola wasn't originally a part of As It Was, but it felt wrong to not add her into the song after her moving next door caused the biggest shift of my lockdown. "Let's record it both ways and live with them for a while." I say to Tom and he nods.
Nothing is getting 'finished' with As It Was today, but we are adding the rough partially finished version to the pile of more polished songs. Mitch starts with playing guitar. Then, Tom adds keys while Tyler adds some basic drums to mix. It's now my turn to lay down my vocal tracks and I see Mitch answer my phone in the mixing room. He pulls it out and looks at the screen, talking to someone, so it's obviously a FaceTime call. I assume it is either Jeff or Rob checking in, so I ignore it until I see him turn the phone to Tom.
"Harry, you have a call," Tom says over the intercom system. Mitch tuns the phone from Tom and places the screen up against the glass and I see Nola on the other side of the call they have been on while I as singing about her in the booth. I drop my headphones and they get tangled around my feet so badly that I fall against the door as I reach to open it. The room erupts in laughter and I feel the blush creep up my cheeks.
"Give me my phone," I say and Mitch decides now would be a good time to play keep away.
"Stop fucking around Mitch and give him his phone," Tyler says and Mitch pouts as I rip it from him hands and turn the screen to see her.
----- FaceTime from Nola -----
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