Canyon Moon: The Making of the 2019 Album, Fine Line {H.S}

Two Minute Guitar Solo

June 7th 2019

{ANNIE}

Harry and I stayed in bed until 2 o'clock. We talked about random shit like we always do. We had round two...and 3. But, as much as both of us wanted him to stay, he was supposed to meet up with Adam and Noah to work out a guitar solo for a song he was working on. Harry says the song is his best one yet, but won't let me hear it, yet. Although, I'll hear it at 3:30 when Adam wants me to come and add drums. I've always dealt with the instruments between Adam and I. He did the 'putting it all together' thing, which I was never good at.

Although right now, music was the furthest thing from my mind. I don't know how I'm supposed to act in public with what's happened between Harry and I. Normally, I'd just wear the first thing I picked out in my closet to the studio, but now I sit with clothes scattered across my room having no idea what to put on. I never used to care what I wore around him and I don't think he did either but now, I'm not sure. I want to look cute, but not look like I'm trying too hard. But then, wouldn't anything I wear look like I'm trying too hard? And what do I say to him when I get there? I've never thought this hard about what to do around a guy before.

I wish I could call Tommy and ask her what she thought. She'd know exactly what to say and I know that if I could call her, she'd make me feel so much better, but I can't. This thing between Harry and I is literally only 12 hours old and I know telling everyone would make things even more complicated that they already are. I haven't forgotten that Harry is scheduled to leave at the end of August. I guess my thought process is that if I don't tell anyone, it'll make it hurt less when it does happen. It's just a summer fling. And that's all I'm gonna let it be.

I finally decide on a Rolling Stones t-shirt tucked into a calf-length floral skirt and the same brown sandals I wear everyday. It was starting to get warm in Solana Beach, so my usual jeans were out of the question. And that's going to be my answer to Tommy when she asks why I'm so dressed up.

After 10 minutes of switching my hair between a ponytail and leaving it down, I ditch the ponytail and head for the studio.

Upon my arrival, I notice my hands start to shake as I reach for the door. Calm the fuck down, Annie, I tell myself. I feel like I'm in high school again and my crush is in my third period.

Tommy sits in the corner on her laptop and as soon as I walk in, I can tell she's eyeing my outfit. I should have just sucked it up and worn jeans. Noah is tuning his guitar while Adam is talking him through the song. Noah smiles at me when I enter, which I choose to ignore. We really haven't spoken cordially since he got here. 

And Harry. As soon as he spots me, his cheeks flush and he almost drops the papers he has in his hands. So much for being inconspicuous. Although, I have no room to talk. I feel a blush rise to my own cheeks when he smiles at me. That goddamn smile.

"Annie, thank god you're here." Adam says when he notices my arrival, "We condensed the guitar solo to two and a half minutes."

"Whoa, wait, two and half minutes? That's like half a song."

"I know, but Annie, I'm telling you, it's incredible. It was Noah's idea." He explains, Noah looking extremely smug.

"I don't-," I start.

"Annie, trust me," Harry interrupts, "it's really good." As much as I wanted to disagree just so Noah wouldn't get a win, it's Harry's song. Plus, if I wanted things to stay good between Harry and I, I need to stop letting Noah get on my nerves so much.

"Okay, let's hear the song, then." I say, taking a seat behind the sound monitors. Adam sets everyone into motion, sticking Noah in a booth and setting him up on an amp.