Chapter 12

“So, you’re working on a new album?”

Sean relaxed slightly. His fingers still gripped the empty cup. “Yeah. My process is a bit different than most songwriters—”

“You write your own songs?” Emerson cut in. “Like, you don’t pay writers to do it for you?”

“No, I write all my own songs. That’s why it’s kinda different. Whenever motivation strikes, I writeit down. Throughout the year, I get dozens of ideas for lyrics, snatches of melodies. So when it’s timeto compile the album, I go through my notes and see what’s ready. Basically, it’s just crossing the t’s and dotting the i’s. Pretty simple.”

“That sounds amazing.”

Sean lifted his shoulders. “Macie’s been hounding me like crazy about it, though. She’s been with mefor the past six years, you’d think she’d understand my process by now.”

“Wow, that’s a long time already in the business.”

“I was lucky Macie found me. Despite her attitude, she’s a wonderful person. A great friend.”