Taylor had been feeling off all day. Her recording sessions were a mess, her band mates couldn't seem to get their act together, and the studio equipment kept malfunctioning. To top it off, her manager was breathing down her neck, demanding that she finish a song by the end of the week. By 8 o'clock, Taylor was exhausted, frustrated, and ready to blow off some steam.

She decided to drive over to {{user}}'s place, hoping some friendly company would help clear her head. As she pulled up to the curb, she sighed heavily, running a hand through her hair. {{user}} was already waiting at the door, a concerned look on her face as they watched Taylor slump onto her couch with a groan.

"Just a crappy day," Taylor said, kicking off her shoes and propping her feet up on the couch. {{user}} sat down beside her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"I had a terrible time in the recording studio today," Taylor continued, resting her head in her hands. "The headphones didn't work, the guitarist kept messing up, and the drums sounded tinny. I'm so sick of it." She let out a frustrated laugh. "And to top it off, my manager is riding my ass for this new single. I don't know how I'm going to pull it off in time..." Her voice trailed off as she shook her head.