Overkill // Joseph Quinn

15- roots

Although Atlanta has been an absolute dream, L.A will always have my heart.

I think being away from this city longer than I ever have been has made me appreciate it more. It gives me inspiration for music, more than traveling has done surprisingly. Atlanta allowed me to gain a lot of inspiration, but never enough time to write. So now I sit in my studio room in my apartment behind my desk. The pen in my hand dancing around, filling the empty pages as I write down all my ideas.

I've only had time to write ideas for music in Atlanta, rather than actually writing the music. The change was nice, but I did miss having time to relax and write.

It's been a few months since we started filming. It's got easier and easier with everyday that passed, making it so much more enjoyable. It was always enjoyable, I just always had doubt or nerves to ruin the full experience. Now, I can't wait to go back. I don't go back until another few weeks though.

My phone begins ringing, sending me off my roll with spitting out random ideas for music. I reach over my cluttered desk and smile at the name that pops up.

"Hey." I smile through my words, glad that he can't see how dumb I look.

"How's the writing?" Joseph asks. I smile wider.

Jo has really been the only one actually interested in my music journey. Of course, the artists I regularly write for or are willing to buy music off me are too, but for their own benefit usually. I'm not saying their selfish, but they're not as enthused as Jo.. and now Joseph.

"Good. Yeah, really good." I flip through the pages I just filled within the last hour. I've almost completed 4 new song ideas within the 10 pages I've written in.

"So.." He eggs on.

He does this when he's either 1). hiding something 2). hiding something. My stomach turns into knots.

"So.." I routinely respond back.

He huffs out a breath, leaving me to grow more nervous with how much he's putting this off. I bite the inside of my cheek and tap my pen on the desk, waiting.

"Remember that one pizza place in L.A you told me about? More like the one you wouldn't quiet down about." He mumbles the last sentence

"Yeah, what about it?" I asked suspiciously.

He sighs again.

"I get what all the fuss was about." He speaks calmly while my heart nearly jumps out from my chest.

"You're in L.A?" I stand up from my chair and set the pen on the desk. I begin to pace the room, not really knowing if I like this or hate this.

"No, no. I've just done my research. Seems just as good as you described it." I close my eyes and sigh, hopefully not one that he heard. I don't want him to know I was slightly relieved that he wasn't in the city. Even though I have no idea why.

"Is this why you're calling?" I joke.

Joseph and I usually have FaceTimes or phone calls frequently since growing closer on set. I don't mind it, it's nice having another friend. He'll sometimes call for a brief second to ask a question that he could've easily texted. I feel like I would hate this coming from another person, but it's just a normal thing with him.

"No.. There's something else."

Before I could respond, a knock came from my front door. I suddenly laugh at the coincidence and go to see who's here.

"Hold on for one second."

I exit the studio room and walk toward the front door. I pass Dixie on the way as she sleeps on the couch, looking at her and wish she would answer it for me. Joseph already said he wasn't in L.A, unless he's lying.