Just listened to: “Now That’s What I Call Music! Volume 98 [UK Edition]”
Featuring the following tracks:
Camilla Cabello featuring Young Thug - “Havana”
Post Malone featuring 21 Savage - “rockstar”
Sam Smith - “Too Good At Goodbyes”
P!nk - “What About Us”
Dua Lipa - “New Rules”
Ed Sheeran - “Galway Girl”
Charlie Puth - “How Long”
CNCO & Little Mix - “Reggaeton Lento [Remix]”
J Balvin and Willy William - “Mi Gente”
Justin Bieber & Bloodpop - “Friends”
ZAYN featuring Sia - “Dusk Till Dawn”
Katy Perry featuring Nicki Minaj - “Swish Swish”
Demi Lovato - “Sorry Not Sorry”
Stefflon Don featuring French Montana - “Hurtin’ Me”
Louis Tomlinson featuring Bebe Rexha and Digital Farm Animals - “Back To You”
Khalid - “Young, Dumb & Broke”
Maroon 5 featuring SZA - “What Lovers Do”
Jason Derulo - “If I’m Lucky”
Clean Bandit featuring Julia Michaels - “I Miss You”
Alma - “Chasing Highs”
Zedd & Liam Payne - “Get Low”
Charlie XCX - “Boys”
Rita Ora - “Anywhere”
Marshmello featuring Khalid - “Silence”
Avicii featuring Rita Ora - “Lonely Together”
James Hype featuring Kelli-Leigh - “More Than Friends” (originally performed by En Vogue as “Don’t Let Go (Love)”)
Yungen featuring Yxng Bane - “Bestie”
Mabel featuring Kojo Funds - “Finders Keepers”
Chris Brown - “Questions”
Craig David - “Heartline”
Selena Gomez featuring Marshmello - “Wolves”
MK - “17″
Axwell & Ingrosso - “More Than You Know”
Liam Payne - “Bedroom Floor”
Duke Dumont and Gorgon City featuring Naations - “Real Life”
CamelPhat and Elderbrook - “Cola”
Lil Uzi Vert - “XO TOUR Llif3″
Big Shaq - “Man’s Not Hot”
Chris & Kem - “Little Bit Leave It”
Cardi B - “Bodak Yellow”
Logic featuring Alessia Cara and Khalid - “1-800-273-8255″
Paloma Faith - “Crybaby”
The Script - “Rain”
Rag ‘N Bone Man - “Grace (We All Try)”
Liam Gallagher - “Wall Of Glass”
The Killers - “The Man”
(This one’s a bit of a cheat. The album hasn’t been released yet but, as the Now series is a collection of singles, I was able to assemble the complete set on Spotify. Additionally, I was able to hear the unedited versions of the songs as opposed to the edited versions that will be on the commercial release.)
derekblasberg: I took this picture of @katyperry and @ladygaga last night at the Javits Center, where everyone had come to celebrate our first female president. It was taken when Pennsylvania’s ballots were counted, and it felt officially over. The room was sad but not shocked: The closer the race, the more divided the republic. Yet, we had hope. We still do. Here’s to praying we find answers in places we never expected them, and for not forgetting that it’s darkest just before the dawn.
@derekblasberg: I took this picture of @katyperry and @ladygaga last night at the Javits Center, where everyone had come to celebrate our first female president. It was taken when Pennsylvania’s ballots were counted, and it felt officially over. The room was sad but not shocked: The closer the race, the more divided the republic. Yet, we had hope. We still do. Here’s to praying we find answers in places we never expected them, and for not forgetting that it’s darkest just before the dawn.
The high school was old, made of red brick, and tall, foreboding almost. No one seemed to notice that. It was an average looking school, with a statue of some man that, frankly, no student cared about standing in the front courtyard and a tall flagpole sporting the British flag and the school flag. Students were standing all around the courtyard, some filing in, some stalling the time before they had to go to class.
Dawn Perri sat in her mother’s car, staring at the school. She had turned fifteen a few weeks ago. This was her first day at a new school since the incident. Her mother, Josephine Perri, stared at her with all the hope and love a mother could have for her troubled daughter. “Ready, dear?”
“Yes, Mother,” Dawn answered, glancing at her. She allowed a smile to pass over herself. False, fake, feigning. “I’ll see you after dance tonight. Good luck at the office.” She climbed from the car and stepped away, not answering her mother’s sweet voice shouting, “Good luck!” behind her as she closed the door. She looked at the school and shook her head, making her way over.
A sleek, black car pulled into the drive and three students got out. Samuel Moriarty, the eldest, climbed out of the driver’s side wearing a letterman jacket and a light blue shirt, along with a pair of jeans. On the passenger side, Cerise Moriarty stepped out, looking far more formal than what was probably necessary, in a blood red blouse and a black leather skirt. Climbing out of the backseat, Campbell Moriarty wore reasonable clothes: a pink blouse, a pair of jeans, and converses.
“Maxwell said he’d meet us at the door,” Campbell said, grabbing her bag as she stepped out. She glanced towards the school and sighed. Another year.
“Great,” Cerise muttered, sounding less than enthusiastic about the entire ordeal. She glanced at Campbell and Sam. “All right. I have to go round up the girls. See you at lunch, siblings.” She stepped off, high heels clicking.
Sam watched his sister go and shook his head a little before chuckling and looking at Campbell. “Come on, Cami. Let’s go find your boyfriend before he gets himself into trouble.”