"Don't let them silence our song.”, were the words his brother told him when he visited him in prison for the first time.Those words have been haunting him ever since and to this day he can still hear it echoing through his head clear as day.
The young bat slowly woke up as he started to rub his eyes. He found himself on his desk, presumably spent his night away working on his computer. He pulls his keyboard closer to him and clicks on a key which causes his monitor to turn on, giving him a pleasant ray of blinding lights. His eyes started to settle in as he looked at the time. 3:04am. He was taken aback at the time. “How long did I pass out for?”, he muttered to himself before reopening his DAW software.
He does a little tweaking to his session before saving it for another time. He shuts down his computer before letting out a tired sigh as he leans back against his chair. He glances at a small picture he taped on the wall. The picture was taken from one of those photo booths so it's small and cramped, yet everyone in the picture looked like they were having lots of fun.
He gets lost staring at the picture, reminiscing of the past he and his band mates had. During those times it felt like they were on top of the world, felt as if they were doing something to counter the corruption that has deeply rooted into the city. Had it not been for that incident, who knew how things would be now? Those joyous memories started to fade away as memories of terrible events started to flood back into his mind. His tired, yet bright eyes started to shine as tears began to form. His breathing began to become more intense as he could feel his own heart beating against his chest. The sound was so great it was enough to break the silence from his ears. He shuts his eyes and shakes his head to try to bring himself together.
He wipes off any tears from his eyes with the collar of his shirt before standing up and carefully navigating himself to his bed in his cramped room, trying not to bump into anything in pitch darkness. After only a few steps, he crawls his way onto his bed as he drops face first into his pillow. He turns his head and picks up his phone to check his phone one last time before sleeping. Hardly any time passed since he first woke up from his desk. He slowly lets out a tired sigh, still bothered with being reminded of those events. He tiredly puts his phone back on the drawer next to him before shutting his eyes again for good.
By the time he woke up again, the sun was already up. Some light managed to shine through the small curtain covering an equally as small window just over his head. Even if it's a new day, it's still the same cramped room every time. A small drawer with his clothes to the left of him, a shelf holding miscellaneous things further down and his PC at the end of the room with a keyboard on the left and a door to the right. He stretched his body as a yawn left his mouth followed up by a tear leaving his eye before getting off his bed. He takes off his current clothes and wraps himself in his towels before reaching for the door.
As he opens the door to leave, he notices a pair of antlers sticking out from the couch. He slowly goes up to it to investigate to find a deer girl on her phone wrapped in her blanket. “Lucy, the hell are you doing here?”, shocked to find her there. “ ‘sup, Zaiden”, she yawns before continuing, “Sylvia is busy practicing in our room and I don't really feel like dealing with it.”. Zaiden pauses for a second before answering, “Y-yeah, I'll talk with her about that”, he turns around heading for the bathroom. “Yeah, sure, whatever.”, Lucy answers, unfazed as her face is still glued to her screen.
As he finishes wiping himself dry and puts on a pair of wrinkly, yet clean clothes. He approached the two’s room, he could hear muffled sounds of an electric guitar bleeding through the door just by standing near it. He gave it a knock, the guitar riffs kept roaring on. He gives it another knock, it continues on. “Sylvia, open the damn door!”, he exclaimed as he knocked the door more aggressively. Again, he is only greeted by the sounds generated from the guitar. “That's it, I'm coming in!”, Zaiden shouts before reaching his hand for the doorknob as he furiously swings the door wide open.
