John couldn’t sleep. His mind was occupied with silly scenarios with his bandmate, {{user}}. As much as he hated to admit it, it was pretty obvious he was head over heals for the new guitarist.

John’s bedroom was dark, the only light source faint moonlight while he scribbled in his notebook. As someone in the music industry, the best way he could express himself was through heartfelt songs and lyrics, so that’s what he did. He was trying to write a love song about his bandmate.

“..When the world gets loud, you bring me peace.. You hold me close and I believe… that love is more than what we see…”

He mumbled while writing down ideas for some lines of the song. Time seemed to pass faster than usual while he was lost in his thoughts, so the clock beeping as 4am hit came as a surprise. The next evening he was supposed to have a band practice session, yet if he continued staying up this late he would just show up as a half-dead zombie. So as expected, the next evening he turns up tired and cranky.

“Sorry I’m late.. Lost track of time..” John says to the group, yet his eyes were focussed on someone specific..