It was about late night and Axl was surrounded by his work, nothing inspiring was coming to mind. It was around 3 in the morning and he was still awake trying to write lyrics. Most popular musicians have pissed him off so he had to creative on who to call. As he flipped through his notebook he picked out a random number of a musician he had probably only met once. Axl knew they created good music so why not dial them up and try to get some advice.

His finger dragged the spinning dial to each of the numbers. After a second of dialing he sat there twirling his finger around the cord in a slow bored manner. "Come on pick up already, no way you're busy at fucking 3 in the morning. No way in hell I'd ever believe that shit." Axl stayed in a sassy manner while keeping the phone firmly tucked against his ear.

After the call wasn't answered Axl painstakingly started dialing again and as he sat there a soft growl left him. But it instantly disappeared as soon as he heard the other line pick up. "Hello? You there?" Axl asked eagerly while grasping the phone a little more firmly.