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The next month or so passed like nothing had happened, routine falling back into place as Autumn rolled back around.

Even though California was notoriously sunny, Emmalyn was provided with a better Fall then expected. Brown leaves coating the back streets of town, giving her the chance to whip out the leg warmers which she used to wear all year round.

Taylor had been surviving: attending therapy twice a week until Summer ended, and then minimising to once a week once the counsellor had managed to calm him down. He hated it at first, the feelings, the talking, the crying; he hated every last bit of it.

In the beginning after the first few sessions, Taylor couldn't bring himself to get out of bed to drive out to the therapist's place, and Emmalyn soon cottoned on. Dave had told her that Taylor was bunking off and sleeping instead of attending his counselling, and Emmalyn jumped at the opportunity to help.

One week, Dave had phoned Emmalyn to tell her that Taylor wasn't responding to any texts or calls, which worried her, but she wasn't about to let him down.

Emmalyn got into her car and drove fifteen minutes to Taylor's house and knocked on his front door. "Taylor? It's me, Emmalyn."

He arrived at the door, dressed and ready to go, but he wasn't planning on heading out until she'd got there. "Uh, hello. Sorry I was just-."

"About to go to therapy?" Emmalyn grinned cheekily, "Come on, I'll take you."

Taylor's eyes were filled with trepidation as Emmalyn reached her hand out towards his, like he was a little kid nervous to get a shot. "I'll wait outside for you the whole time. We can go get ice cream after, if you want?"

His voice was silent but his eyes spoke enough for Emmalyn to understand. He took her hand into his and they got into Emmalyn's car and drove to where Taylor needed to be. He was forever grateful that she gave up her time once a week to drop him to therapy. He couldn't do it without her.

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"What's up, Grohl?" Emmalyn lazily draped herself over the leather couch in her studio, dropping her sticks after annihilating the drums so that she could pick up her cell phone.

"I have a minor and/or major proposal for you," Dave's voice was playful yet serious, she heard a smile in his voice. "Well, don't keep me waiting."

"Are you working on a new album right now?" Emmalyn pondered as she twirling a stray tendril of tousled hair between her two fingers whilst admiring the messy array of sheet music and lyric papers she had scattered across her hardwood floor.

"Not really? Just messing around I suppose but not with the others. We just jam with the new stuff for the shows we're doing every so often. Why?"

"Well..." Dave sighed, she could hear something either crazy or stupid was coming, "Would you and your girl- women like to do like an album with us?"

Emmalyn's eyes bulged at the endless possibilities sprawling in her mind. First, she thought about how on earth they would do it. Who would play what instruments? They couldn't have two drummers or two bassists... could they?

Then she thought of what her band would think of it. Whether or not their excitement around the Foo Fighters had dimmed after spending around a month sharing grotty hotel rooms with them and finding out how gross and smelly they were.

Finally, she thought of Taylor. And it was the first thought that didn't carry doubt, but instead, excitement. It would be his first album since probably the largest trauma of his life, which scared her slightly; would he have overturned this metal stone of hatred for the songwriting process?

She had noticed that when going to Taylor's place, upon glancing over at his drum kit, the sticks hadn't moved and the snare head had no fresh indents. It was strange.

Her mind returned to excitement when she pictured Taylor and herself sharing a studio and singing together. Even if it was a long-shot or a little cheesy, she still wanted to go for it. It would be fun... right?

"Can I ask something? Before I answer, I mean?" Emmalyn broke her mental flow by speaking once again, not remembering how long she'd been silent. "Go for it, Lins."

"Why?"

Dave breathed slowly, falling into thought just as Emmalyn had done, however he didn't take so long to answer, "I guess, when we played by Taylor... I noticed that we work well. And music flows when I was with you. That could be good, right?"

"Alright."

Emmalyn could hear his breath hitch an a moment of excitement, "Wait- Alright as in 'alright' or alright as in you'll do it."

"We'll do it."

"Fuck yeah."

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"Who's that? Do they not hear that we're working?" Taylor dropped his sticks onto the snare after being interrupted by the ringing of the studio doorbell.

"Guys.." Dave turned, breathing heavily, ready to drop the news to his band mid-practice, "I kind of did something."

"Fuck have you done this time?" Pat rolled his eyes, adjusting his 𝐭-𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭 before glaring at Dave.

Dave stopped his serious act and turned to face his band who were all extremely confused at this point. With Dave, it could be anything. He could've ordered food or a new band mate, either of which, Dave would have acted the exact same way. "Come see."

With a smirk, Dave glanced once more at his band who all stood eagerly behind him, waiting for him to turn the door handle. "So..." Dave murmured, "I found some people to do the album with us. I think it'll work well, and you guys can't complain."

"It better not be The fuckin' Black Keys. I know you like 'em but I am not drumming with that guy," Taylor rolled his eyes at Dave being so secretive, but he wasn't mad, just eager to know.

The door opened, Dave not even having his hand on the handle which scared everyone, including him. But once it swung open, everyone dropped their fear and adopted a childish grin.

Everyone except Taylor. Whose face remained neutral until he let a playful remark escape his lips, "Fuck yeah."

And with that, his arms swung around his girlfriend and kissed her right on the lips. "Let's do this."

"Come straight through," Dave gestured, the band moving out the way to make room for the women, "This is going to be fuckin' awesome."

"You better not piss about," Emmalyn grinned, swinging her arm around Amanda as she looked Dave up and down, "We take music very seriously."

"You're in for a treat then."