Can you do an angsty fic based off the song "Dancing on My Own" by Calum Scott pa-leeeaaasseee! I'm in a very angsty mood right now and need this. Cheers! xo
i have been watching old niall interviews from after he released this town and in one of them he said after writing this town he had kind of a funk and like the next 30 songs he wrote were “absolute crap”. how do you think he would act coming home from the studio to his missus during that time? small drabble maybe please!
So I joined these. The second one isn’t exact but I felt it fit here. Enjoy the pain y’all.
“Willie…ya wanna go out tonight?”
“Um…suuuuuuure.” Willie answered in a slight state of shock.
I couldn’t blame him. It usually wasn’t my idea to hit the clubs. Not lately anyway. I had an album to write and record. I’d promised it would be out by spring, summer at the latest. And when I’d released “This Town” I really thought I could meet that deadline.
But nothing I’d written since “This Town” was worth the paper it was written on. I couldn’t put together a coherent though no matter what I did. The last 30 songs had to be the worst shit I’d ever egotistically called music.
I needed a release. The pressure I was putting on myself was stifling. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t write. And worst of all, I couldn’t feel.