a valentine’s day

i was in the middle of recording my first album and i was really anal-retentive about school. i lived in the basement of the library because the wifi didn’t work and i couldn’t get distracted. i had this big floral lesportsac backpack that was always filled to the brim with books. i drank so much coffee i gave myself a stomach ulcer. BORING. so on valentines day 2006, i had come to the conclusion that i was floundering, self-floundering (is that a thing?) and didn’t want a guy to save me.

so i put on a dress to go to dinner with some girls. i had a night off from the studio. i put on some makeup… i was trying to seize the moment. the phone rang. it was my brother. “hey will you pop down and come get these mixes? mike wants you to listen to them tonight.” he probably didn’t say “pop down” because he isn’t english but you tell every story through a filter, right?

so i threw on some shoes (probably my nike dunks) and took the steps two at a time – didn’t want to keep everyone waiting. i turned the corner and came to a screeching halt. will was standing there. in a suit jacket, in the courtyard of my dorm, holding a very large bouquet of flowers.  he probably said something like “oh hey. do you have plans tonight?”