You're no good for me, but baby I want you, I want you.

Darling you look divine, eyes don't lie

The night progressed as usual, Veneer was in his room with his notebook in hand and pencil in the other as he sat on his bed. Floyd was dangling from the curtains surrounding his bed in boredom as Veneer tried to concentrate on writing lyrics, he was humming small tunes and writing down any new lyrics. Truthfully Veneer is perfectly capable of writing lyrics, based on his feelings, but to fake them? He can't. So as much as he wants to write a song that talks about the successes of being famous for Velvet, he can't.

He can try, but he knows deep down that the way they even got their rise to stardom and riches was all due to Floyd. He was used religiously by Velvet at the very beginning when they started singing in smaller clubs such as the 'The Boombox' lounge, It worked once they were recruited and interviewed by Kid Ritz, which made their careers skyrocket through the charts. He's written dozens and countless sheets of lyrics which he kept hidden from Velvet and her judgment, as some of them also talk about her and how often feels towards her.

Floyd was amongst the curtains and swinging on them as if they were swings, Veneer found it cute and took a picture with his phone. He was hung upside down as he looked over Veneer's shoulder against the headboard, he saw many crossed out sentences and a few question marks next to phrases, Veneer was completely stumped as he ripped off the paper and crumpled it, throwing it into the nearby small trash can filled with many other balls of paper.

Floyd hopped off the curtain and onto the headboard, he crawled over and sat on Veneer's shoulder, pecking his cheek to soothe him. Veneer sighed as he held the notebook closer again,

"I just.....can't really understand why writing songs for her is so difficult..!" he exasperated, he threw the pencil aside carelessly, Floyd shrugged as he moved the small strands of hair behind his ear,

"Well, maybe it's because you know she doesn't deserve all these luxuries..." Veneer gave him a puzzled look as he reached over and held Floyd in his hand in front of him,

"What do you mean?" he questioned him softly,

"Well Darling, you do realize that Velvet can't sing for herself without me, and that the only reason she even has songs made is because of your own hard work..!" he was sitting in a crossed-legged position,

"...I get what you're saying but....Velvet has always been able to get what she wants, ever sing we were kids, she was always in charge of how we would be better than our parents...which now that I think about it, being a dentist wouldn't be so bad...." Veneer pondered in thought in the many other ways Velvet has always had the confidence and power to have what she wants and 'deserves'.

Velvet has always been a rebellious child, she never conformed into being a respectful and obedient kid, she always thought she was above that and instead she should be treated as an adult, their parents were also often absent from their lives from the countless hours they had at work as successful dentists. They'd be gone from the early morning hours to sometimes late at night, but even with their hectic and full schedules, they would spare some days or even a couple hours from the 'day' to spend time with their children. But this wasn't enough for Velvet as she started to act out and rebel against them such as staying out late on school 'nights' or getting in trouble with repeated visits to the principal's office.

Truthfully, that principal had great relief on his face once Velvet graduated, he was greatly terrified if she were to repeat the year again with them.

Floyd chuckled a bit, "You were going to be a dentist?" he was amused at the thought,

"Why yes dear Floyd, I was going to be digging my fingers into people's mouths for a living!" he responded dramatically and sarcastically, they both started to laugh amongst themselves.