I can’t believe we’re actually doing this… this is absolute madness. Although, a small part of me has to agree that this is so fucking hot.

I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve been in this whole crazy music industry for six years now. I’ve juggled interviews, talk shows, late night recordings, soundchecks and endless hours traveling the world.

You however, are an upcoming artist, who’s about to drop your first album. And oh darling I’m so proud of you. We met at some afterparty about two years ago. You had just dropped your debut single and had signed with Columbia records, just like one direction. By then, I had already been in the band for 4 years. So, at the party I asked for your number, just so I could “help” you with any questions etc. It was actually just because I thought you were beautiful, funny and hot and I could really see myself with you.

I kinda became your mentor. And well.. eventually, you started coming to our shows, we made out in dressing rooms, and now we’ve been together for just about one and a half years. And I’m so happy. I wouldn’t want it any other way.

About a month ago, you finished writing most of the songs you wanted to be on your debut album. And since one direction recently went on a so called hiatus, I have a lot of free time to help you. You’ve been so appreciative of my former experiences. For example, making a studio to record songs almost anywhere. A particular song on your album is kinda.. freaky. And somehow you got the brilliant idea that you would add some particular sound effects to the track. And you wanted them to sound real, authentic.

So, you asked for my help. It’s currently 11 pm on a Friday night in your penthouse. I helped you set up this small studio in the bedroom, which isn’t really a studio, just a mic put up, connected to a computer on the nightstand and some boards set up to capture the sound properly and make the acoustic flow better. I look at you, exhaling.

“Are you really sure about this?” I ask you, as I watch you light up some candles. You said that you wanted to catch the proper and right vibe. I walk over to you as you stand back infront of the mic.

I let my fingertips gently trace down your bare spine, letting my hand rest lightly on the bump of your ass.

“Figure we gonna need a few takes to make it perfect hm?” I mumble lowly into your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple as I let my hand slide under the fabric, moving towards your front. Absolute madness.