𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙚! Hailee Steinfeld X M! Reader

14. Moonlit.

Hailee's arrival at her house was greeted with warmth. Her parents and her brother Griffin gathered in the living room.

"Hailee!" Griffin exclaimed, pulling her into a bear hug. "Missed you, sis."

"I missed you too, Griff," Hailee replied, ruffling his hair. "Hey, Mom, Dad. How's everyone?"

Her mother, Cheri, wore a mix of happiness and concern. "Hailee, sweetheart, it's so good to have you back. But I worry. You've been going places, and I've heard nothing about your work."

Hailee grinned, trying to alleviate her mother's worry. "Mom, don't worry. I'm here to focus on my music. In fact, I'm heading to the studio right now. Got a song bubbling in my head."

Cheri's eyes lit up. "A song? That's wonderful! What inspired you?"

Chloe, Hailee's friend who accompanied her, interjected, "Oh, you know, the usual muse – love."

Cheri approached Hailee, a twinkle of curiosity in her eyes. "So, love, huh? Tell me about it."

Hailee chuckled, her mind swiftly concocting a version of the truth. "It's a relationship in the making, Mom. I promise, when it's official, you'll be the first to know."

Cheri's worry transformed into contentment. "Oh, Hailee, that's wonderful! I've been waiting for this day. Now, go, create your masterpiece. I can't wait to hear it."

As Hailee made her way to the studio, Griffin followed, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Come on, sis, spill the tea. Who's the lucky one?"

Hailee playfully nudged him. "Just wait for the official announcement, Griff. I'm still figuring things out."

Meanwhile, Cheri watched her children with a smile, grateful for the return of joy to her home.

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Hailee's studio was a sanctuary of creativity tucked away in a corner of her home. The room resonated with the soft hum of instruments, capturing the essence of a dedicated artist's haven.

Walls adorned with framed records and inspirational quotes framed the space, telling a story of Hailee's musical journey. The centerpiece was a grand piano, its polished surface reflecting the glow of warm lighting. Sheets of lyrics and musical notes were scattered across a sleek desk, a testament to the laborious yet fulfilling process of songwriting.

In one corner stood an array of musical instruments – guitars, a violin, and a vintage synthesizer – each holding its own story of inspiration. The studio was not just a space for recording; it was a museum of memories and a treasure trove of melodies.

The recording booth, with its padded walls, was a cocoon where Hailee poured her heart into her music. The mixing console gleamed with buttons and sliders, a complex interface through which she orchestrated the symphony of her emotions.

Soft, ambient lighting bathed the studio in a gentle glow, creating an atmosphere conducive to creativity.  A comfortable couch, adorned with plush cushions, invited reflection and relaxation.

Hailee stood in front of a professional-grade microphone, ready to pour her soul into the lyrics she had penned. The soft whir of the recording equipment hummed in the background as she began to sing:

"...I get so high, oh
Every time you're, every time you're lovin' me
You're lovin' me
Trip of my life, oh
Every time you're, every time you're touchin' me
You're touchin' me."

As the last note resonated in the room, Hailee gently lifted the headphones from her ears. The rhythmic tapping of Chloe's entrance echoed, and Hailee turned to find her friend wearing a wide, approving smile.