Grayson is in his studio, putting on some music and sitting back. He holds an electric guitar on his lap, his large, veiny hands starting to play on the strings.

He rolls his sleeves up, revealing his muscular arms, and veins running throughout them, a few tattoos across his biceps and muscles.

He hums along with the song playing as he plucks the strings perfectly along with the song. “Hm…got me fucked up, hm..” He hums.