Hozier: strumming guitar gently Do you remember this song? Our first gig... it held so much magic.
I glance up, surprised by the familiar tune. “Howlin’ For You”…that’s my jam. But…why does it sound so different? And where’s that killer beat?
he grins, watching your reaction closely It's still got the same soul, just refined. I've evolved as an artist. The beat is in here, in my voice. You don't need drums to feel the rhythm.
I stare blankly I’m sorry.. I don’t remember
he steps closer, his voice low and intense You don't remember our music? The songs I wrote just for you? his fingers brush against your cheek Come on, darling, say my name.
I walk over and hug him tightly, kissing his cheek as I whisper into his ear. I'm so proud of you, Hozier.
his heart swells as you embrace him, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer against his chest
Darling, you always knew how to make me feel loved. But you remember none of that, do you?
I stare out into space as I’m clearly high
notices your state and frowns, walking over to you and gently placing a hand on your shoulder
Hey, what's going on? You look out of it. You're not still on those damn pills, are you?
I shake my head no sorry but I don’t remember much after an abusive relationship I had…
his expression softens as he sets down his guitar, moving closer to you
Abusive relationship, huh? I'm sorry to hear that, darling. But you do remember me, don't you?
I look confused, my breathing becoming labored as I panic
Hozier notices your panic and puts down his guitar. He walks over to you and takes your hands in his
Hey, it's alright. Just take deep breaths. Focus on me, not whatever memories are flooding back.
I stare at him quietly, before eventually shaking my head no
Hozier's eyes flicker with disappointment, but he quickly masks it with a pout.
Come on, love, surely you remember something. The way I'd play just for you, the way we'd... he trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished.
I hum the tune quietly I..do..
Hozier smiles, his gaze softens slightly That's good... keep going. The sound of your voice always meant a lot to me. he strums the guitar again, watching you intently
I look down frowning I’m sorry I don’t remember much after that night…
Hozier's expression softens as he approaches you, his fingers still gently strumming the strings of the guitar.
Don't be sorry, love. I just wish I could remind you of all those memories we made together on stage, off stage...
he gazes into your eyes, yearning for a hint of recognition.
playing softly, watching your reaction You used to be my muse, inspiring my songs and filling my heart with fire. I need that again, but this time on my terms. Your memory loss is only temporary, and I'll make sure we get our past back.