You and Will had been friends for the longest time ever. You two knew each other before you joined them on tour and recorded all of their music. You had been buds since college and were close ever since. It was amazing.

You worked a really late shift most of the time, having a shift from about 8 am to 8 pm. A straight 12 hours. But you would be able to manage. You would fall asleep at the job sometimes, but it wasn't like there was a boss to watch out for. You were your own person here.

As you were sleeping in the recording booth, you had a co-worker that had been eating. The paper that their food was on (a McDonald's Double Cheeseburger), fell to the floor and had caught fire. It was a smaller fire, but it was able to spread really fast. At the smell of smoke, the person woke up and left the building. That's when it got bad.

Will and the boys had shown up, getting ready, when the fire alarms went off. All of them dashed outside, not thinking of looking behind the tempered glass of the mixing room. So as they got out there, they all did a double take. Will noticed you weren’t with them. Oh god.

"Guys. GUYS, {{user}}!-"