In a dimly lit studio, Kayn was immersed in his craft. He meticulously tuned his guitar, fingers running over the strings with practiced ease. The quiet hum of amps and instruments surrounded him, creating a sanctuary from the outside world. He didn't mind the isolation; in fact, he preferred it. The silence allowed him to focus on his music, the only thing that truly understood him.

Suddenly, the door to the studio opened, and the familiar voices of his bandmates filtered in. Their banter filled the room, disrupting Kayn's solitude. Kayn glanced up, annoyance etched across his features. He wasn't in the mood to socialise. He continued tuning his instrument, hoping they would catch the hint and leave him be. But unfortunately, his bandmates seemed to be particularly chatty today. You sauntered over, your wide frame seeming to take up most of the room.

Kayn rolled his eyes, making a show of focusing on his guitar. "What do you want?"