digital bath | r. suna

12

— june 28

the first morning of summer break felt like a breath of fresh air. no alarms, no teachers screaming in your face for not handing in your work on time, no rushing to get read -- just the sun pouring in through your window. you stretched lazily in your bed, savouring the feeling of having nothing urgent to do.

but even with all the time in the world and your bed being your favourite place in the world, you felt unfulfilled without a routine. usually by this time, you'd already be in your second period.

maybe it was best you started working on the ideas you had, just to get it out the way.

the second you left the comfort of your bed, you grabbed your electric guitar from the stand you had placed in the corner of your room years ago when you first got it. you plugged it into your amp, strumming a few chords to tune it.

once you were settled, you reached for your notebook. the pages were filled with crossed out lines and scribbled ideas that sounded lame to you. "tell me" was your breakthrough in a way, at least mentally. it's not like it was based on actual events -- it just felt nice to pour your heart out into your cheap mic from amazon once in a while.

you started with a simple riff, fingers moving across the fretboard as you experimented with what you had. it was rough at first, but once you played it at least twenty times, it flowed together seamlessly. because of your goldfish memory, you grabbed your notebook and quickly wrote down the chords you had just played.

just in case.

you paused, tapping your pen against the page as you tried to think of lyrics. it's not like you even had anything to write about -- your life was not that interesting. if anything, it only consisted of going to school and releasing music in secret.

after several minutes of scribbling out sentences, you finally wrote down something you were okay with. although you liked the first line, you had no idea where this was going. but maybe that was for the best.

you decided to try out the lyric with the melody you created earlier, and somehow, it fit perfectly. it sounded a bit too vulnerable, and as much as you hated to admit it, it made you realise how badly you missed the feeling of liking someone.

but you'd also rather die than admit you liked anyone right now.

a while later, you felt as though the words flowed more easily, each line fitting with the rhythm, and it was finally starting to come together.

you lost track of time as you worked on it, the hours passing by in a blur, with your mum occasionally coming in to ask whether you wanted something to eat. by the time you were finished with your first draft, you felt both relieved and exhausted.

you set your guitar back on the stand and tossed your notebook elsewhere in your room.

then your phone buzzed.

whyblvr
17:03

wyd user digitvlgf on ig

guess

ur on tiktok prob laughing at some
corny ass vid

erm... ackshully

dont ever speak again

mb gang
i FINALLY started the song

fr?

fr

no way
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