Robot Boy

When tomorrow disappears

A/N: It's Christmas miracle, another smut from me o.O Not going to stop writing them (except if you guys tell that it's terrible, lol). And a long chapter (for me). Thank you for reading, commenting an voting. I love you all!

Enjoy!

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Next day they were in the studio, surprise. Chester was dead tired cause he couldn't sleep last night. So much thoughts spinning in his head. He felt like he was staring at wall that he couldn't go around, over or under. And turning around wasn't option either. At least not a good one. Glaring at Mike he guessed he felt same. But there they were. Stuck. Today Chester was especially annoyed cause all except Joe were in the studio. Seemed like the air wasn't enough for all of them. But now they had a record to make so instead he was trying to pour his feelings there. Not really succeeding. His brains were like mush and the others had noticed it.

"Chester you can go back to home if you feel like you can't get anything out", Brad raised his eyebrows.

"No", the singer answered. He was beyond frustrated and still didn't know what to do.

"No what?", Brad sighed.

"No I won't. I don't want to go home and do nothing. It rather stay here and at least try. Besides you were getting to somewhere again, right?", Chester groaned.

Going home was now the last thing he wanted to do. Then he would be apart from the emcee and couldn't still progress. And this. It was tearing him apart. He was feeling he was loosing his mind but maybe he really was.

"Could you at least leave the groaning to the vocal booth? That is getting annoying", the guitarist rolled his eyes.

The singer had been pain in the ass for days already and it didn't seem to end soon. Brad was planning on asking what was the problem if he wouldn't stop it soon.

Mike was watching them without saying anything. He could feel how tense the singer was. But he knew there was no real solution to that. Not a simple one.

"Can I grab you some coffee?", Mike asked rolling his chair backwards.

Just a glance at Mike made him calmer. He saw from Mike's expression that the emcee knew how he felt. So instead of groaning again he nodded and tried to smile. At least they were in the same boat. The emcee nodded and stood up to get some coffee for them. But before that he gave a smile that lit the whole room up. Just for Chester. Who felt his heart melt. It was like a promise that everything would get better if he would just be patient.

"I think we need to try some vocals again. It could make it more clearer", Dave pointed out.

"For the chorus?", the singer glanced at the paper. The song was forming nicely even though he hadn't really participated. But, they didn't have any words, again.

"Well, yeah", Brad waved his hand.

"Be frustrated in the vocal booth", the guitarist grinned receiving and eye roll back.

Mike got back just in time and handed the coffee to the singer. Chester took the cup and sipped the hot liquid before heading to the booth. The decorative lights around the studio and otherwise dim light were setting a nice atmosphere. Mike's idea, of course.

"So what's up with him?", Brad cleared his throat.

"Huh?", Mike heard it and knew what the guitarist was talking about but he pretended he didn't. It wasn't like he could honestly answer to the question so he rather tired to avoid the whole conversation.