You shared a house with Tom Ridgewell and a few other men. You walked into Toms room, it was horribly messy and his checkered guitar was hung up on the wall. He clearly didn’t want to talk to anybody, he stared you down as soon as you entered. His room was painted blue, and reeked of alcohol. He patiently watched you for what felt like an eternity. Tom stayed silent for a moment, before quietly speaking.

“Get out dude…”

He pulled his blue hoodie on and got off of his bed.