As the morning light painted the room in soft yellow hues, Uno tiptoed back into the shared living quarters after his early morning shower. His dark blue suit was crisp, with his vest buttoned neatly, his favorite tie hanging perfectly around his collar. He had barely slept, too wrapped up in the energy of the song he'd finished for Denise.
Denise was still fast asleep, curled up under her blanket, her breathing soft and steady. He glanced at her, a small smile tugging at his lips. She looked so peaceful. Carefully, he grabbed his coat from the closet by the window, trying not to make any noise.
He slipped out of the room quietly and made his way down the empty street. The tailor's shop was only a two-minute walk, a lucky convenience in this part of Swindon. The early morning air was crisp and cool, the city just starting to wake up.
When he arrived at the tailor's, the shop was already open-Mr. Thompson had always been an early riser. The bell above the door chimed softly as Uno entered, the familiar scent of fabric and leather filling the air.
"Uno! Right on time," Mr. Thompson greeted him with a warm smile. "Everything's ready for you."
Uno grinned, walking over to the counter where 20 suits were carefully draped over hangers, each one wrapped in protective plastic. There were also 20 matching neckties and several leather suitcases designed to store the suits for traveling. Beside them sat a few pairs of polished black oxfords.
"Wow, you really outdid yourself this time," Uno said, admiring the craftsmanship. Each suit was tailored to perfection, just like always.
Mr. Thompson chuckled, adjusting his glasses. "Only the best for you. These should keep you looking sharp for your upcoming tour."
Uno smiled gratefully. "You're a lifesaver, Mr. Thompson. Thank you, really."
"Anytime, son. Just keep making us proud with your music."
Uno nodded and took the suits, carefully placing them in the suitcases. He thanked Mr. Thompson again before heading back to the studio.
Once back in the room, he quietly opened the closet and hung the suits inside. For the cases, he stacked them neatly beside the closet, making sure everything was organized. He glanced over at Denise again-she was still fast asleep. Satisfied, Uno left the room, heading down to the studio's café lounge.
The lounge was quiet, only a few staff members milling about preparing for the day. Uno grabbed a coffee and sat at a corner table, pulling out his notebook. The caffeine helped to shake off his exhaustion, and he was feeling inspired. He needed to get a head start on the album. He scribbled the title at the top of the page: The Rise of the Kings.
He tapped the end of his pen against the page, thinking for a moment, then began jotting down ideas for songs. The first few lines came to him easily, the tune already forming in his head.
Song 1: "Crown in the Clouds"
"Standing tall, we won't back down,
With every chord, we claim our ground,
In the skies, our voices loud,
We're the kings with the crown in the clouds."
Uno nodded to himself, liking the imagery. The song was shaping up to be an anthem about their rise from nothing to something-about how the band, The Kings had reached new heights together.
He paused, flipping to a new page, and started another song idea.
Song 2: "Streets of Swindon"
"These streets we walked, they made us strong,
Every corner's filled with our song,
From late-night jams to chasing dreams,
Swindon's more than it seems."
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The Kings: A Band's Tale
RomanceStory about a band called The Kings. Most names are similar in previous stories, and this is non canon to the others.
