Phantom was practicing his square hammer part in his room. His fingers diligently moved across the threat bored of his black electric guitar as he played, making it look easy.

He walked around as he played, just like he would on stage. He loved being on stage, all the fans cheering and screaming his name, all the excitement of getting to play infront of hundreds of people, and the best part was coming back to the ministry with story's of crazy fans.

Phantom smiled as he played, stepping over a shark plush that lay on the floor as he walked. His room was painted a dark grey, heavily contrasted by the black curtains on the edges of the 4 huge windows that overlooked the garden. His bed wasn't made, the black sheets scrunched and rolled in weird places from his restless slumber. His desk was covered in clothes, both dirty and clean, and his bedside table was littered with cigarette bud's and empty gin bottles.

Phantom didn't seem to mind the mess, but by satan did it annoy everyone else.