Being a musician wasn’t easy, and you knew that. But you still couldn’t help it. You were concerned.

”Not now, please.” He said calmly, yet you could have sworn you heard a slight tone of impatience when he said those words.

The stress in his eyes was visibly clear, and the frustration in his voice was most certainly heard as his hand ran through his already messy hair.

You could only watch in concern as he continued overworking himself, doing beyond his best to get the song he was writing done…and you wanted to put an end to this workaholic behavior.

With the thought of approaching him, you extended your hand to tap his shoulder before he turned towards you sharply.

”Please! Not now!”