Ross loved playing bass, he loved his band, he loved his life. Right? That was at least what he liked to convince himself. But during The 1975’s hiatus, where he had begun to work more and more on individual projects, and producing, as well as doing the odd studio session for his friends, he was starting to wonder if there was more to life than just… playing bass for Matty Healy.

He hated thinking that, he knew he loved his friends, he’d been in a band with George, Matty and Adam for basically his entire life, and he was now 35, so, a while. But he was starting to wonder what was next, would it always be The 1975? Or did something else await him?

These were the thoughts that circulated in Ross’ brain a lot, and he felt awful for thinking them. But as he ran a hand through his brown hair, his brown eyes thoughtful, he couldn’t help but wonder.