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𝒐𝒉 𝒏𝒐, 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉, 𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑

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𝒐𝒉 𝒏𝒐, 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉, 𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑. 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒆
𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

He was used to waking up so early in the morning, and still, sometimes, he'd be moody and frustrated at anything just because he opened his eyes five minutes earlier than the alarm.

It was, indeed, hard to understand, but to him, it was like losing a few more minutes of bliss. When he was asleep, he was protected from his own mind ㅡ when he wasn't having nightmares, of course. So, to James, sleep was a heavenly experience that should not be disturbed.

Specially by loud, danish bandmates.

His toast was covered in peanut butter, sweeter than he would usually go for to try and ease his bitterness, until, obviously, Lars appeared again. "So, did you call him?"

James didn't say a word, not even frowning since his stern glance told Lars everything that was needed to.

"Alright, you didn't, focker," Lars rolled his eyes, sitting down on the chair in front of him, running a hand through his long hair. "Because all you've been doin' is listening to Tracy focking Chapman and sneaking around with your new chick."

Upon James' total silence towards the drummer's words, Kirk instantly gulped, interfering by coming up to the table with the jar of orange juice. "Want some?"

James only nodded, finishing his second toast while Lars scoffed. "We need to do something, James! It's already been too long since Justice!"

Kirk poured the juice inside James' cup, sighing before turning to the drummer. "Lars, calm down, man. We know it's been a long time, but not everybody can come up with thousand songs in one fuckingㅡ"

"He's not even focking trying!" Lars pointed at James. "He, himself told me that he was thinking about giving a chance to Bob Rock. Guess who just called today? And guess who didn't focking call back?!"

"Have you ever taken into consideration that people aren't writing machines that can function all the time nonstop?!" Kirk started to get fired up as well.

Jason shook his head, putting his newspaper down so he could look at the scene in front of him. "Can you guys stop already?"

Lars ignored him, still looking at Kirk. "I told you already that he's not even trying! Ask him if he has any sort of scribble or anything that could be turned into a lyric or riff, I focking dare you!"

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