last resort | ryden

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Brendon POV

another day.
another set of emails.
another pile of stress.

not so much living the dream now.

another email came through from my producer. i had put forward my concerns about having no guitarist forward- in a barely polite reply- only for him to go and rent me a flat in the city, next door to the last place Ryan Ross was to have been seen living.
ambitious, much?
of course he couldn't have just found me another guitarist.

I packed a small bag and took a taxi to the block of mediocre flats.
I would have thought that Ryan would have at least have got himself a house.

I took the stairs up to the first floor, found my flat and settled down on the sofa.
Well, sprawled.
There was a lot i needed to do, but wondering how to approach Ryan was at the top of my list.
According to the information i had been quickly recited, Ryan lived next door.
that simple fact sent my heart into my throat.