“Maybe I should just decline the role,” I mutter, staring in the mirror at my reflection, my long curls reaching just past my shoulders…at least for now. After the band ended, I decided to take a swing at acting before starting on any solo music, and ended up landing a role on a war film called Dunkirk.

Obviously for a historical film where I’m a soldier, that requires a major haircut. Granted I’ve been planning on a haircut sooner or later, but never that short. I already decided to donate my hair to charity, now it’s just the matter of actually…cutting it.

We’ve been going out for a bit now and I didn’t want to bother with some big thing in a salon or whatever, so you agreed to do it at home for me. I look at you standing behind me, your hands resting on my shoulders. “I’m gonna look ridiculous,” I huff.