Traded In His Misery {Brusnop Remake}

Hold Your Breath Again

Ben's POV

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I sat up in the bed and stood, finding a notebook, loudly humming and speaking words that filled my head. I grabbed the pen and paper and flopped onto the bed writing furiously. Eventually, I stopped and fell asleep with my face on the notebook.

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"Ben, what are you doing?" A voice said. I shot up and wiped the drool from my face, mumbling something. "What?"

" 's sleeping." I slurred sleepily and sat up. "Woke up sometime and had an idea... wrote it down."

"Oh... how's the house fitting to you? You'll be eighteen soon." He leaned on the door frame before I yawned.

"Its fine. Boring but fine. I need something to keep me distracted... I'm gonna start drawing on the walls." I stood up. He laughed.

"Anything you want for your birthday?" He asked.

" Unless you want to spend money-"

"On a guitar, I know. Anything else?" He asked laughing.

"Kyle you're an asshole." I laughed back. "You could give me money for a tattoo."

"Fucking punk kids." He laughed more. "I'll think of something. I've gotta go."

"Bye." I flipped him off and walked to the kitchen to make coffee. I sat on the couch with coffee and pulled out the laptop I'd gotten a few months back. Among my random searches, I got an idea and typed in a familiar name. After many searches, I found what I needed.

To whoever may read this and be interested, my name is Danny. I've been slowly forming a band recently, but the thing is we need a guitar player. The band is gonna be loud, exciting, metal, whatever words that could describe that. If you are a guitar player, or know one who might be interested, you can email me here:

It read with an email address. I clicked it and began typing.

Hello, Danny. I read your thing about needing a guitar player. Although I am a guitar player, I am currently without a guitar. I've been attempting to get a guitar, but currently have no luck. However, I would like to meet ad talk about the band you're starting and to your need for a guitar player.

I sent it and stood up, running to my room and grabbed the pen and paper I'd had the night before and ran back to my seat as the laptop pinged with an email.

Sounds awesome!  When would you be able to meet? -Danny

In about two weeks I'll be free. Two.weeks exact, actually.

I may be at work that day, but I'd love to meet anyway. I work at a café in Yorkshire called The Prancing Pony (don't question the name choice) I work from 8 to 8, so I'll be there all day.

Sounds good. I'll be there.

I smiled and screamed into my pillow.

-Two Weeks Later-

"Kyle I need a favor." I opened the door as soon as he knocked.

"Woah.... good morning to you, too." He stepped in with a box in his hand, wrapped in silver paper.

"UG! I need you to drive me somewhere." I grumbled and bit my lip rings.

"Talk later, I got you a present." He stated and handed me the box, which was long and heavy. I sat on the couch and opened it before gasping.