Here's My Kiss to Betray - An Andley Story.

Two. - What's the Matter?

[ Point of View ; First Person Omniscient. ]

Andy laughed slightly uncomfortably, walking back down the slim hallways and corridors into the main practice room. There was an array of instruments sprawled on various stands, as well as music stands to pair with them. A white curtain was hung behind CC's drum set, emblazoned with the BVB symbol. Jake and Jinxx hurriedly sprung to their guitars, connecting them to medium sized black amps. CC swiftly slid his drumsticks out of his back jean pocket, twirling them with his index, middle and ring fingers absentmindedly before sitting down at his set. Andy jogged to his microphone stand, adjusting the black bandana in which it was bedecked in. Whilst all of the band members fiddled with either their instruments or their clothing, the bassist made no effort to hurry whatsoever to the main practice room. The tall frontman slid a black bag off of his shoulder, resting it on an amp; before taking out a large four-inch binder. He rustled a few papers in the main slot, before handing a few stapled packets to each person; leaving a copy by Ashley's bass.
"What's this?" CC asked.
"This is disclosed information, but I have been staying up in acutely hours of the night working on librettos for select songs for our most recent fabrication," Andy stated, still ruffling papers, then handing each a wooden pencil and a few pieces of loose-leaf notebook paper.
"If we may permute anything slight or large, please jot it down. You may be able to study it later, then master it," he continued, as Jinxx smiled slightly.
"Andy, Andy, Andy. Always prepared, responsible," his head turned to face CC, behind him.
"Hey! I'm not that bad," he laughed. Andy chuckled softly, at that moment Ashley walked in, shoulders slumped. He slid next to his instrument, not minding the odd looks he had gotten. Attention on his bass, he started to tune it, as everyone else shrugged it off, figuring nothing was wrong. Except Andy, his eye was set on the bassist, a slight frown appearing.
"What's the matter?" he whispered to Ashley, who's head was completely down.
"Don't worry yourself about it."