Pete Townshend stared blankly at a sheet of paper, his hand holding a pen at a tight grip. His eyes darted around the paper as if an idea for a song would appear out of nowhere on it. It was almost midnight, and he longed to go to sleep.
He had taken a cool shower in which he thought would help his creative juices flow through his mind. He blinked slowly, heaving a sigh of frustration. He placed his fingertips on his temples as he leaned back into his desk chair.
He had been miserable almost the whole day and was awfully quiet. He spoke to Roger and John very briefly during recording sessions, but spoke to Keith the most often, usually in a private area. They had eaten brunch together and went shopping for some clothes. He didn't speak to Keith at all since their clothes shopping.
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FanfictionWhile Pete Townshend suffers from stress and writer's block, an unexpected phone call from his significant other sparks an idea, along with a change in the way he sees things that surround him every day.
