No Such Thing as Love in LA

We Scream! We Shout! I'm Glad This Room is Soundproof

Andy sat in heavy downtown LA traffic, sipping on his pumpkin spice latte while he waited for the cars to move.

He disliked the city some days, but right now he despised it.

The singer cursed in frustration and dropped his head down into the steering wheel and hit it a few times when his phone buzzed.

Glancing to the side he picked up his phone and saw it was a text in the bands group chat.

CC
'Andy, where you at??'

Jinxx
'In traffic?😜'

Andy rolled his eyes and tossed his phone back on the passenger seat and turned his gaze back to the road, praying to whatever possible deity that would listen that it would start moving.

"Thank God." Andy sighed when cars started moving.

Andy was exhausted, they had been in the studio for a month and he hadn't been sleeping that much, he'd been dealing with a lot of pain in his back too.

He went to a couple of doctors and they all came to the same conclusion, they had no idea what was wrong.

At first he thought he had pulled a muscle on stage, then he thought it was the flimsy bunk mattress when it hadn't subsided after a few days, but then it never went away and it kept getting worse.

Some days he was in so much pain he could barely breathe, others his back was just completely numb and thankfully today it was the latter.

So far he was taking four different medications, each from a different doctor for a different diagnosis, though none of them had made any difference.

Actually that wasn't true, it did make a difference. He constantly felt exhausted, he barely slept, his anxiety that he fought so hard to suppress and bury seemed to triple and his depression...it had gotten bad, but as far as the actual issue, it hadn't helped at all.

He hadn't mentioned it to any of the guys cause he didn't see the point, it wasn't that he thought they wouldn't care(or at least most of them) he just didn't feel the need to worry them about a sore back, especially since he didn't actually have an answer as to what was wrong.

He'll tell them when he has answers, maybe.

Andy pulled into the iconic studio that had housed Metallica and Motley Crue when they had worked with Bob Rock.

Andy couldn't believe when Bob agreed to work with them and was elated to discover that the mastermind behind the black album was also a sweet and wonderful human being(Andy nearly choked on his water when Bob said he loved the singers voice during their first meeting).

"Nice of you to join us, Biersack." A voice sneered from the couch.

"Fuck off, man. I was in traffic." Andy said, attempting to stay as civil as possible since Bob was sitting right there.

"You get me a coffee?" CC asked, changing the subject to cut the tension in the room.

Andy smiled slightly and nodded, handing the drink to his beloved drummer and moving towards the sound booth where Jake and Jinxx were sitting.

Jake glanced up at Andy and gave him a small smile, his brows furrowing when he noticed the dark circles under the singers eyes.

"You get any sleep?" He asked gently.

Andy dug his the heel of his hand into his eye and yawned. "A little, I had some song ideas so I worked on those for a while." That wasn't a complete lie, he did write a couple of songs after he polished off a bottle of red wine around four A.M. until he thankfully passed out.