𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 | 𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃

the noise of the recording studio was a soft hum in the background, and the laughs of his mates went unnoticed, as the band faded into the back of grian’s mind.

he sat curled, cross legged in the corner of the studio. his beer was sat on his amp, beside the ashtray. he held the guitar in his hands, playing his new song softly. he hummed a tune along with it, improvising some lyrics under his breath quietly. he noted a few words down, strumming a few chords absentmindedly as he planned. this was going to be a hit, he was sure of it. even if the rest of the band didn’t know it yet.