it was nearly the end of august. august 21, 2018 to be exact. tyler had about three solid songs for the new album, but he needed more. it's been forty six days, he should have more.
he felt useless today. like he wasn't doing what he was supposed to be doing.
so he is going to force himself to do it.
he left his phone upstairs when he woke up this afternoon and has been in the basement ever since.
it's now 11pm and he's hungry.
but, he refuses.
he cannot leave the basement.
he needs to write lyrics.
record songs.
sing words.
make music.
create.
it's your only job, he thought to himself as he ignored his growling stomach. your only job.
