hard to love

“Only a few more weeks till the new album comes out! So bloody excited!”

"You should come by E! before it does, maybe I can get you some more extra sales and I won’t have to look for another guest for Thursday.” 

“You know, I’m all for helping local musicians get heard… but so many of these demos are just fuckin’ garbage.” Delilah groaned as she switched off another record that someone had dropped off at the radio station. “How many more songs objectifying women and talking about getting high does the world really need? At least those songs have a catchy beat. Even worse are these off pitch wannabe indie bands trying to be deep.”

“Nothing is about lyrics anymore, though — this new generation really is just in it for the beat. It’s a vicious cycle and I’m just thankful for Ariana Grande in times like these.” A small smile as she bit off her lunch, having visited her friend since she had finished the show early. “How many people drop CDs off, anyway? I’m surprised they just don’t airdrop them.” Adelaide teased, taking another bite of her food with the grin never leaving her face. 

It isn’t often he can take a day off and just enjoy the city. It’s even rarer that he ends up having to fix a flat tire on his bike on the fly. Sure the inconvenience was a hassle but in a way it made Briggs slow down, catch his breath.

Central Park buzzed constantly, Adelaide wasn’t sure if there was a time where she was here and there wasn’t someone at least a few feet away from her even when she was sitting in the park doodling to her hearts content. “Oh no you’re fine,” She shook her head, “was just gonna sit on this bench here, I swear I’ll eat my bagel and not judge.”

“Dammit” Carson cursed to himself, looking around and spotting someone, “Do you know if that was the last train back to Queens?” He asked, staring at the train which had just sped off without him.

“Yeah,” Nicola wasn’t at all supposed to be in a subway unless she was accompanied, but she still wasn’t used to being recognized nor would she change her life for her career, “this next one is back to Manhattan.” Speaking while she looked up from her phone, she eyed the empty tracks, “You can take Manhattan back to Brooklyn but it might cost you an extra thirty minutes.” 

“Okay, I’m just going to say it right now and I don’t care who it triggers. But I think Starbucks is overrated, overpriced, and not that good.” He grimaced as he took a look at the cup in his hand.

“But a mocha frap with soy and foam doesn’t get you a little riled up?” A smile was on Cass’ face all the while she spoke, like usual. Often people didn’t understand that she was always making jokes, even in times she shouldn’t, “I really like DD, if we’re being honest about coffees.” 

“With an offer like that?” Cassandra dramatically let her purse fall back on the bar as she plopped her body back on the stool, “You can even take me home if you want.” A joke, a smirk on the girl’s face as she waved the bartender over.

“This whole IHOB controversy is making me miss Waffle House. Sure, it was trash food but it could arguably be the best part of the bible belt.”

“I really think that they just did this all to make people mad. It’s good press or really idiot old men that didn’t see how many burger joints we already have.” She shook her head, “-- wait, what’s a bible belt?”