The buzz of amps filled the silence of the room, it had long since gone dark out, the only light in the room was flickering precariously. It was meant to be a band practice but after about an hour and a half everyone had collapsed.

You were in a band called H8, though at the moment the project was failing. You’d played a couple shows, you still only had 3 listeners on spotify. One day you would get to play in a stadium, you where sure.

Corvin was leaning against his amp, playing with the knobs and listening to the change in static, he occasionally wacked the amp cord against his hand to scare everyone.

Levi and Zade where both half laying on the couch, it was an old beat up red leather couch from Corvin’s grandma. It was his garage after all. Levi was trying to spin his drumsticks around his fingers, he wasn’t very coordinated though and kept dropping them. Whereas Zade was on his phone texting his grandfather who was always worried when he stayed out late at practice.

Jett had just collapsed on the floor, he was laying on the old tattered rug staring up the roof, occasionally he’d announce that he’d found another hole.