"Gather round boys, you're never going to fucking believe this," George trilled.
He'd just returned from god knows where at 10pm, unusually early for him. Me, Ross and Adam were in our usual spots gathered around the apartments excuse of a flat screen t.v, that was about the size of a piece of A4 paper.
I turned my head slightly, not looking directly at George (who had plonked himself down on the sofa adjacent to myself) as that would require more effort than I was willing to give. I had been strewn across this sofa in the exact same position since I got home from work five hours earlier and I wasn't about to let whatever unimportant bollocks he was ready to unleash on us interrupt my lazy Wednesday evening.
"You know that girl I've been seeing?"
"Correction - shagging," interrupted Adam, rather pointlessly as we all knew what George had meant.
"Yeah, whatever. Well, long story short, she's got us a studio,"
This time, I tilted my head slightly to look at George, before deciding that this, again, was too much effort and I quickly reverted back to my previous position.
"What do you mean she's got us a studio?" Ross asked sceptically.
"Her best mate works at a studio, a good one too. We can go there for a few sessions,"
"For free?" I enquire lazily, reaching for the pack of Camel blues in my pocket and placing one in between my lips.
"Well...no, but for a discounted price,"
I roll my eyes, lighting my cig and taking a slow drag.
"Fucking brilliant. What are we supposed to do with that? We have no fucking money to pay for a studio, that's the problem, otherwise we would've found one months ago," Ross says in an accusing tone.
"Hold on, hold on, hear me out. Apparently there's a band that's working there at the moment with money to burn. They pay for two hour sessions but usually only stay for one hour or less, leaving all their equipment there for the next day,"
"So what, you want us to rob someone else's studio session?" Adam laughs.
"It wouldn't be robbing. They're stupid enough to waste their money we might as well use it to our advantage. Am I right?"
At this last remark I sit up, take another drag from my cig and smile at George.
"You may be onto something there,"
A/N: my first fan-fiction in four years !! Very excited about this so let me know what you think and hmu with suggestions x
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FanfictionThe only future Matty sees is one in which he is making music. He has given up everything to try to make his band successful, yet his hard work seems to be getting him nowhere. That is until he meets the mysterious and unattainable Rachel, who can h...
