you were guns n roses artist..

Since they've been rising to fame..you've had to do a lot of work recently..Whitch has caused you to be a lot more worn out.

But art was your life. And you loved your friend's..

So one night you sat up late at your shared apartment with Axl,slash,duff,Steven and Izzy...your hands working at the paper.. designing an album..

Until you heard a knock at your door..you sighed

"Come in.."

You mutter...and in walks duff...a small smile on his face