Since ‘I Got Love’ is coming out soon, here are a few things to enlighten those who haven’t understood the release thoroughly:
• This is NOT her comeback song, nor is it a pre-release single (like Party before Lion Heart). It is supposed to be taken as a gift for the fans before the official album release.
• IGL is not going to be promoted on music shows as of now (it might be promoted as a side-track once she makes her actual comeback, but that’s uncertain).
• Only the music video is going to be released tonight (12a.m. KST). There won’t be any physical or digital copies of the song (which, I am 99,9% sure, means it won’t be on the charts—and it shouldn’t, considering it isn’t her official comeback song). The full, official audio will be available when the album comes out.
You scurried across the room towards the exit, wishing for
nothing more than the floor to swallow you whole.
You hated these events. You hated having to put on a smile
for the cameras. You hated having to pretend you were proud and supportive. You
hated having to pretend that the weight of the expectations wasn’t crushing you
into the ground, suffocating your voice, burying you under gossip and tabloids
and legacies. You hated acting like you were anything other than annoyed.
She wasn’t what was wrong. You loved your sister more than
life itself. You appreciated her encouragement. You were grateful for her
defense. You were relieved that she wasn’t part of the problem.
It wasn’t her. It was the pressure that followed her. Being
a popstar’s little sister was a hard enough job on its own. Being little sister
to one of the biggest popstars in the world took it a step further. But being
the little sister of one of the biggest popstars in the world trying to break
into the same industry was a social suicide.
Taylor had invited you along to this single release party
with the express purpose of introducing you to some of the big whigs in the
recording industry. You’d been quite excited at the opportunity. You thought
that maybe if you could side step the media and the fans and go straight to the
people who had the power to help you you would get a different reaction. You
They were instantly disappointed in so many aspects of you.
They were disappointed to find out that you weren’t looking to be a singer, just
write the music. They were disappointed to see that your image wasn’t as
clean-cut as your sister’s would have led them to believe. But most of all they
were disappointed to hear your songs. They weren’t the upbeat country Taylor
started out with, and they weren’t the meaningful pop she was heading towards.
They were way out in left field with a style all their own, some mix between
alternative and pop-rock.
You’d seen straight through the false smiles. You’d heard
the lies when they told you they’d give you a call. You saw the disbelieving
looks they shot each other as you walked away. You’d been around the business
long enough to know that you’d never see or hear from any of them ever again.
You’d been quick to leave the group, making up all sorts of excuses
to leave the party all together. You
were so sick of the countless rejections that you didn’t think you could take
it anymore. You had to get out of there before you ran into your sister. You
didn’t know if you’d be able to hold back your tears much longer, and you
didn’t want to ruin her night by falling into a sobbing mess.
“(Y/n)!” Too late. “(Y/n), where are you going? I need to
introduce you to some of my friends.” Taylor’s voice called out to you.
She was too close by and yelled too loud. You couldn’t
pretend you didn’t hear her, so you sucked in a breath and bit back the tears,
not wanting to make a seen. You turned and walked back in her direction,
stuffing your hands anxiously in the pockets of your pants. “I was just headed
for some air!” You called as you approached. “What’s up?”
“Well,” Taylor looped an arm through one of yours and pulled
you along to one of the tables pushed into the back corner of the crowded room.
“I have some friends who are working on a new album, and I think they might be
the perfect guys to take on some of your music.”
“Taylor, I really don’t think…”
Before you could express your discomfort with the idea,
Taylor had stopped you front and center at the corner table. All eyes instantly
went to you, or… well Taylor at least. “Guys, this is sister (Y/n). (Y/n), this
is Michael, Ashton, Calum, and Luke from 5 Seconds of Summer and one of their
producer/writers John Feldmann.”
“Hi, it’s nice to meet you guys.” You gave a polite smile,
reaching out to shake John’s hand since he was closest to you.
“Nice to meet you too,” Michael acknowledged as you went
around the table to greet everyone. “Taylor tells us you’re a singer too.”
You adamantly shook your head at that. “Definitely not, I
just write the music. I don’t actually perform it.”
“Hey,” Taylor interrupted. “I think I see Karlie coming
through the door. I’ll leave you guys to talk.” She smiled and ran off,
abandoning you at the table.
Your eyes narrowed at her retreating back. “Karlie’s in
London for the weekend.” You told them, “She’s just trying to pawn me off on
you guys so I don’t leave.”
“Not really your scene?” Michael gestured to the chair
beside him which was empty.
You accepted and sat down with the group. “Not really. I
prefer to stay behind the scenes.”
“That’s why you write music, I take it?” Luke questioned,
leaning back in his chair to watch you curiously.
“Pretty much,” you nodded.
Calum spoke up next. “Have you written anything we’d have
You shook your head. “I doubt it… unless you avidly follow the
garage band music scene in New York or L.A.”
“You’ve never written anything for Taylor?” John looked very
confused by this revelation.
You bit back a sigh and scooted your chair out from the
table an inch or two, already prepping your excuse to leave. Clearly this was
going to be just like the record companies earlier. “Taylor and I have
drastically different styles. My music doesn’t quite fall in the same genre as
“What kind of music
do you write, if you don’t mind me asking?” Ashton asked curiously.
“It’s more…” You tried to think of a word to define it.
“It’s alternative/pop-rock, depending on the song.”
“Is it any good?” Luke asked, the table letting out a round
You smiled to yourself and shrugged, leaning back in your
chair. “Depends who you’re asking, I guess. Me, Taylor, or the record
“Let’s pretend we asked all three,” John crossed his arms
and raised a questioning eyebrow. He gave off a very fatherly vibe to you, like
he was functioning as a shield between you and the boys, being their friend
while also keeping them from whatever trouble.
You rolled your eyes. You couldn’t help it. “Taylor is the
ever-supportive big sister, thinks anything that comes off my pen must be gold.
Record companies don’t give a shit what I write unless I’m writing something
for Taylor or I’m ready to become the next Taylor… I, on the other hand, would
rather stay exactly where I am right now than become some pop princess just to
“What do the fans think of you?” Michael asked, leaning on
the arm of his chair out of curiosity.
You shrugged. “Couldn’t tell you. As far as they know I’m
just Taylor’s little sister tagging along on tours, and management would be
happy to keep it that way.”
You spent the rest of the night swapping stories with the
boys. Most about the horrors of touring and tabloids. Some about the
song-writing process. And even a few about the pressures of living in musical
shadows. They seemed to really get what you were saying. Their tours opening
for One Direction had earned them a lot of fans but lost them some of respect
from a substantial portion of the music industry.
It was weird, finding people who understood you in a place
like this. You talked all through the evening, and you actually found yourself
glad that Taylor had dropped you off with them. They were funny and a lot nicer
than the other people you’d met in this industry, especially Michael.
As the party wound down, your conversation with Michael
picked up. He was very clearly flirting with you, and you had to silence the
voice in the back of your head that reminded you how many boys came before him
doing the exact same to get to your sister. You kept having to remind yourself
that you were useless to him in that regard. He was already friends with her,
and he seemed like he wanted to at least be your friend as well.
You thought everything was going fine until you saw him
shoot a pleading look to Ashton. Your heart fell into your stomach when Ashton
gave him a nod and got to his feet. “Well, boys, we have an early morning
tomorrow,” he gestured between the three other people at the table. “So, we
should probably get going…”
Luke, Calum, and John agreed with him and all began
shuffling to their feet. “It was nice to meet you.” John smiled and shook your hand.
“If your music style matches your personality than you and me are gonna have to
chat sometime about putting your songs on some albums.”
“Really?” You smiled widely and got to your feet, “Thank
“Don’t thank me yet.” He laughed and patted your shoulder,
waiting on you to shake hands with the other three boys before they all left,
Calum shooting a quick wink to Michael on the way.
You turned back to find Michael getting slowly to his feet
behind you, scratching at the back of his neck. “I uh,” he tried to form the
right words. “I don’t have any writing sessions tomorrow, so I think I’ll stick
around for a bit… if you don’t mind.”
You smiled nervously and anxiously looked around the room
for your sister. “I don’t mind at all, but… well, I think I should probably be
going soon too. It’s quite a few blocks to my hotel. I just got to town this
morning, and I’m a bit jet lagged…”
“I’ll walk you!” Michael butted in a little too
Your smile softened a bit. Maybe you hadn’t misread his
flirting; maybe you’d misread the look he shot Ashton. After all, they’d all
left the two of you alone together… “Are you sure you don’t mind? I mean, you
really don’t have to…” You gave him one last out.
“No, no, It’d be my pleasure.” Michael spoke with a confidence
that you certainly did not possess.
“All right.” You waved across the room to Taylor as Michael
led you out the door. She saw your wave before noticing Michael’s arm around
yours. You saw her squeal more than you heard it and rolled your eyes when she
gave you her biggest smile and two thumbs up.
“So,” Michael chuckled, spotting Taylor on your way out.
“Does that mean I have your sister’s approval?”
“That entirely depends on what you’re looking for approval
for…” you hedged as his earlier flirting continued.
He smiled down at you and held open the front door of the
event space for you. “Oh I think we both know what I mean.”
You stepped outside into the cool night air and shivered,
not so much because of the air but the immediate flashes of light that
assaulted your eyes. You think you’d be used to paparazzi by now, having dealt
with them everywhere around your sister for years, but you weren’t.
“Hey! Over here! Michael! Over here you two!” They yelled at
the pair of you, getting a little too close for comfort with their blinding
cameras shoved in your face. You were temporarily stunned by the white light
flashing in your vision.
Michael ducked his head down and put an arm over your
shoulder, pulling you along the street and pushing a path through the crowd for
the two of you.
You bit back every fiber of your being that wanted to yell
at them as they shouted questions after you two. They were really starting to
piss you off. It was late; you were tired. You were just trying to get back to
your hotel with a guy who, despite quite a lot of flirting on both your parts,
was walking you home with nothing but honest intentions.
“Michael! Are you dating Taylor’s sister?!” One of them
yelled at the pair of you.
That one didn’t set well with you, but it seemed to set
worse with Michael. “She’s got a name of her own, you know!” He shouted back
angrily over his shoulder, pulling you closer into him and speeding up his
walk. He didn’t ask you for a hotel name or a direction to head; he just dashed
quickly up the street, putting as much space and as many turns between you and
the paparazzi as possible.
When you finally broke off from the last one, Michael slowed
to a stop on the street corner and let out a sigh. “Sorry about that.”
“It’s all right,” You smiled a little sadly. A quiet few
minutes passed between the two of you before a thought came to you, and you
barked out a laugh. “You know we’re gonna be front page tomorrow, right?”
“What?” Michael raised an eyebrow, looking down at you,
“Well, you defended me; you didn’t deny that we were
dating…” You pointed out.
He let out a quiet chuckle of his own. “Well I haven’t
gotten to ask yet; have I?” Your face turned beat red as you realized what he
was implying. He turned his head to smirk down at you. “Wouldn’t want to jinx
“I don’t think you need to worry about that…” You murmured,
more to yourself than him.
He replied anyway, “That’s good to hear… Now,” Michael
clapped his hands together and looked cluelessly up at the street signs. “Where
are we, and how do we get you back?”
You glanced up at the signs yourself and sighed. “We’re four
blocks south of my hotel, actually.”
“That sucks,” Michael looped his arm through yours. “That
means I only get four blocks to convince you to let me hear your music.”
You raised an eyebrow at him and nervously fumbled around in
your pocket for your phone. “You really want to hear it?”
“All right, but it’s a little rough. Don’t say I didn’t warn
you.” You searched through your phone and played one of the songs you wrote for
one of your garage band’s first E.P.’s. It was a little crude, just you with a
guitar. You’d frequently stop the music on the track to talk through some notes
you’d written about harmonies and things like that, but when you looked up at
Michael he seemed to enjoy it well enough.
He was chuckling along with your notes and smiled when you
actually got around to singing. It was very different from the music of your
sister, but he’d sort of expected that from you by now. It was one of the
things he really liked about you, actually. You didn’t fit the mold… He didn’t
The song ran longer than the walk back to your hotel, thanks
to all the notes, and you paused it as you approached the front door. “Thanks
for walking me back, Michael.”
“Any time,” He smiled following you up the steps and
catching the door for you. “Especially if you’re supplying the music. I really
like your song.”
You paused, blushing, in the doorway. You weren’t entirely comfortable inviting him
up to your room, seeing as you had only met him that night, and you weren’t
entirely sure the etiquette for leaving someone in a hotel lobby. “Thanks, but
this,” you waved your phone around, “is just some stuff I threw together for a
“If that,” Michael pointed at your phone, “is thrown
together than I’m dying to see what you can do when you’re actually trying.” He
paused to think for a second, leaning in the doorway. “You know, the boys and I
are piecing together our second album right now. We’re not quite done yet, and
it’d be awesome if you tagged along to one of our writing sessions.”
“Uh,” you hesitated, “sure, but I’m really not going to be
in town that long, just till the end of the week. I only really came for the
“Are you free tomorrow?”
“I thought you said you weren’t going to the writing session
tomorrow.” You pointed out.
“I lied,” He shrugged. Your mouth fell open an inch or two
at how readily he admitted to that. “What?” He raised a hand defensively. “You
were funny, and talented, and awesome. Can’t blame a guy for trying, right?”
“I suppose,” you laughed and leaned against the jam of the
door he was still holding open. “But you haven’t exactly tried anything yet,”
you pointed out.
Michael raised an eyebrow and leaned in slowly towards you. “That’s
true…” His hands left the door, leaving it to fall closed against his back, and
moved to either side of you as he leaned over.
You rose up on your toes as he leaned down, meeting somewhere
in the middle with a hair’s width between your lips. You could feel his breath puffing
out against your lips and yours puffing out against his. Your mouth opened a
fraction of an inch to speak, and your bottom lip brushed along his. He leaned
his head slowly to one side and went in for the kiss, but before he could you
ducked out under his arm, leaving him alone in the door as you backed away with
a smirk on your lips.
“Sorry,” you shrugged as you backed away, eyes on his very
confused expression. “Wouldn’t want to jinx it.” You waved and turned for the
elevators, calling back, “See you tomorrow, Michael!”
Michael barked out a laugh and watched you go. You
definitely weren’t your sister, and he couldn’t be happier.