Chapter Seventy

Brooklyn

When I got to the studio I texted Austin to let him know that I had arrived safely.

I was sitting with Matthew and playing some chords for our song.

"I like that now how about we add this and call it a day for this song then work on

recording the newest one we finished." I said looking at him.

"Perfect let me write it down while you get in there."

I stood up and walked into the booth putting on the headphones.

(Just so you know I'm going to be taking songs from other bands and using them as

theirs! All song credit go to the bands.)

I waited for Matthew to come over and he nodded, holding a thumbs up.

Me: If you wanted to set me free

Why the fuck wouldn't you say something?

See, I was just over seventeen

Made of poison, cave in free.

Oh no, please, don't abandon me

Mother, father, I love you so

But this is just me disguised as me

I'm the killer who burned your home

This home

What the fuck is this home?

This is the street youth rising up!

Up!

I cannot spend another night in this home

I close my eyes and take a breath real slow

The consequence is if I leave I'm alone

But what's the difference when you beg for love?

I run through glass in the street

Kerosene hearts carry the name that my father gave me

And take the face of the wolf

'Cause this is a wasteland, my only retreat

With heaven above you, there's hell over me

I met a girl who never looked so alone

Like sugar water in your mouth lukewarm

She tied a cherry stem for me with her tongue

We fell in love and now we're both alone

I don't need any more friends

And another kiss like a fire on pavement

We'll burn it down till the end

Oh, oh

This is a wasteland, my only retreat

With heaven above you, there's hell over me

The water is rusted, the air is unclean.

And there for a second I feel free

This is a wasteland, my only retreat

I've waited all this night to honor you and say,

"I know it's hard, but who are you to fall apart on me, on me?"

This is a wasteland, my only retreat

With heaven above you, there's hell over me

'Cause this is a wasteland, my only retreat

With heaven above you, there's hell over me

You said what about us, well, what about me?

Hang from the gallows asleep in the rain

'Cause this is a wasteland, my only retreat

Paralyze me

Don't let me jump, don't let me fall

By the end of the song I was crying. I wrote that song about my mom who gave me the

ugly scar that was from one shoulder to the other.

"Hey, you did Brooks!" Matthew said and I looked up and smiled.

"Can you play it back?" I asked.

He nodded and I waited for the music to start playing. Now I knew why I did this.

Being able to put my emotions into lyrics to make a song and that song changing other

peoples lives, it was amazing.

-Austin-

Brooklyn texted me to let me know she got to the studio and was with Matthew until the

rest of her band came.

I was with Oli and both of our mangers going over everything for tour.

"So, as you both know the tour will be here and then to the UK." Oli's manger Jeff said.

I nodded and looked down at the papers we had in front of us. The tour starts in

Orlando and ends back here in Cali.

"Okay, then you know you will head to the UK and after, Austin, the band will be taking

a tour with A Day To Remember in South America."

"Wait, the Wonderland Tour?" I asked looking up.

"Yes, and yes we did that so you and your wife will be on tour together. Also you will be

on the last couple dates of warped tour with The End Of Time."

I smiled, "Awesome, but I have a feeling you already told her that?"

"Maybe." My manger Mike said.

I looked over the papers and read through everything.

"All we will need to make sure is done is the set list for each show." I said.

Everyone agreed and left. I walked out with Oli and went to his car.

"So, how is Mrs. Carlile?" Oli asked.

"Stressed out and going crazy!" I said.

We both laughed.

"I would believe so with trying to get this new album together you know? How is that

going do you know?"

I shurgged, "I know nothing believe it or not. She is only going to let me here it when

they are done so suspect something is in there that is a surprise."

Oli nodded and checked his phone.

"Hannah actually wanted to see her again so what do you say to dinner tomorrow?"

"I'll ask the pretty lady, but I'm all for it. Just have Hannah texted Brooklyn."

Oli and I talked for a little more and then we left.

I got in my car and drove home ready to hold Brooklyn in my arms again.

Notes

The song credit goes to Pierce The Veil, May These Noises Startle You In Your Sleep and Hell Above. As I said before I will be using songs from other bands as their songs, but all credit goes to those bands who took the time to write the lyrics and make music. So how are you liking to story? Is it good? Missing anything? What do you think their album will consist of? Let me know what you think.