Madeline's POV
I tugged at my collar, tightening the tie around my neck for the third time, while Liam casually leaned against the wardrobe, his tablet in hand.
I had decided to dress a bit formally today. Since Mental Health Awareness Month was coming, we had a conference at college today
''Are you releasing a new album?'' I asked, brushing my hair.
It was my first time asking him something that was related to his work.
He didn't look up. His eyes focused on whatever he was doing, and after a minute, he looked up.
''I am not sure, I want to, but...''
He looked me up and down before replying, ''I want to, but I don't know if I can, there are barely four months left for Coachella.''
I nodded, ''A,h right! When do you begin your practice?''
