Twenty Six

I stood by the window of the studio Damien got for us. I was in a baggy pink customer and my hair was plaited. I felt different, for the first time in my entire life I felt like I'd achieved something. We just completed the video shoot for our song and I was in tears. Tears of joy, maybe, maybe not. I haven't done something by myself in a long time, but this song, this whole show, I wrote it. I felt like I've just found a new Paige and I didn't know how to react to her. I knew I was going to love her anyways. Paige, that girl, that me, that musician. I never would have thought. And if someone had said that to me some months ago, it would have sounded pretty awkward, but here I am, feeling like the "eilish queen".

I was too lost in thought to notice that someone had loined me.

"That was perfect Paige."

I knew who it was without even taking a look at him. My teacher, the one who has been so unusually formal with me since I asked him to leave. It seems I'm the only