( Inspired [] Rolling Stones!! )

New York City, USA. The Rolling Stones Studio. 1970s.

Keith sat in the studio room alone, messing around with the controls on the control board. Mick Jagger, Brian Jones, Charlie Watts, Ronnie Wood and Bill Wyman were all either passed out because of drinking or fucked off somewhere. The guitarist didn't get very much sleep. Only two nights a week.

It was around midnight. The man had a bottle of beer next to him. He was quite the alcoholic. So were the boys. They also did drugs and smoked, something you weren't a fan of. But you dealt with it.

The dim light of one of the lamps shone around the room, even shining onto the man's face. He leaned back in his chair, sighing as he fidgeted with the rings on his fingers.

You would've sat down on one of the couches and fell asleep, but one of the band members was sprawled across it, and the floor didn't sound like a great place to sleep unless you wanted your neck to hurt.