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Stepping out into the LA sun, I stuffed my hands into my pockets and took in the fresh air. It felt so good to be back in my city. But this time was different. The members and I had the entire summer to ourselves. No video shoots, promoting, recording. None of that. We needed this vacation, badly. I had a mission this summer though. There was no failing and I had plenty of time to succeed. The entire plane ride, all I could think about- was her. If I'm being completely honest here, I haven't been able to get her off my mind. Every song that I hear reminds me of her. Hell, every song I've wrote was about her. Sad thing is, I haven't said one word to the girl. I don't even know her name for fuck sake. But like I said, this summer was going to be different. She was going to notice me and she was going to be mine.
"Americano, iced. Thanks!"
