Lead me to the brim

buy it, use it, break it, fix it

okay, so most of this book will be written in Mitch's POV but I might add a couple chapters of Scott's POV too.

I sighed as I walked into the bleak building. I don't remember when my world started loosing all of its color. hell, I can't remember when it was in color. I hummed quietly as I walked through the many hallways until finally finding the gang in the recording room. It wasn't much. Well, as much as others have. There were five microphones set up paired up with a headset. There was also the giant panel of buttons and switches that confused the hell out of me to no end, the music producer we've had for quite a while, and the rest of the gang. Don't get me wrong, I love everyone. But it's been hell these past couple years and id rather not bring them down too.

I smiled over at them and waved "hey guys!" They all turned and did the same that I have done prior.

"What's up queen Mitch?" Scott asked chuckling a bit while I smiled. I loved it when he came up with all of these nicknames.

"I'm doing fine, what about you guys?" I answered bach, adjusting my glasses. 

"Just waiting for you. We're almost done recording Daft Punk" Kirstie answered smiling her usual bright smile. I wish I could smile like that too. 

"Right! I almost forgot for a minute" I said laughing a bit. I looked over at Scott to see him, the only one who wasn't laughing along with me. Well, they laughed, mine was just fake. "Let's do this!" I grinned walking over to one of the microphones. I placed the headset on and watched as the others followed my lead, getting on either side of me. Scott counted us off and we started off with a bang. I loved being in pentatonix, I loved the fans, I loved being with all of my friends, I loved everything. Almost everything. the only thing I absolutely hated was how depressed I became . . .