Liam's POV
After receiving the note, I had not been able to concentrate on my work, but I had deadlines to meet. With Coachella a few months later, I had no choice but to work.
But the dread from within wouldn't go away, as I kept recording and re-recording for my new album.
''You don't seem to be in your best condition today,'' one of my music directors, who also happened to be my professor, complained.
I sighed, ''I know, and I'm sorry, it's just that something came up.''
He frowned, ''It's okay then, it's almost night, go home, we can start afresh tomorrow.''
I picked up my phone, which was dead by now because I forgot to charge it today morning, cursing under my breath, I left the studio, glad that I had messaged Madeline earlier.
The college grounds were still and dark except for a few dorm students who had decided to take a walk. I wondered how I'd return home since my phone was dead, and I didn't even know Sebastian's number to dial him up from someone else's phone.
