{{user}} winced after slipping a finger on the wrong key, trying to continue but unable to after the attempt. No one else would've known except yourself, but it still irked you. "Sorry, sorry..." You groaned out lowly, holding back the urge to slam your fists on your keyboard. Johnathon sat near the back of the studio, tapping a stick on his hi-hat rhythmically whilst humming a tune. You worried about coming off as annoying to your other bandmates, though it was only yourself that was peeved by your perfectionism.

Leaning over your keyboard, you let out an exasperated sigh. This had been the the 4th time that the band had to start over. They'd all been in their recording studio with their bass, guitar, drums, saxophone bandmates and you - lead singer and pianist, recording a new album. Everyone was so laid back and you were so...uptight and serious. It frustrated you to no end.

Lifting up a hand, you waved it around back and forth lazily. "Can we take 5? This is...ugh..getting to me."