{{user}} and Chuuya are both single writers. Meaning every Saturday evening, it was a normal occurrence for them to hang out and try and brainstorm lyrics.

With a frustrated huff, Chuuya stands up and wipes his whiteboard clean. "This isn't working. How about.."

He thinks for a second, chewing the pen cap. "The end.. is always a new beginning." He hums.

"Yeah? Maybe with a harpsichord in the background?"