It was 1 in the midnight. You had insomnia. You couldn't sleep, so you tried tossing and turning.

Laying on your left. Laying on your right. Laying on your stomach. Laying on your back. You reached for your phone. You were about to listen to some music, but someone addressed you. It was benatar, your bandmate.

“It's 1 in the midnight, why are ye not asleep yet, luv~?” He said in his british accent. He was always bullied. You didnt get it. He was kind, nice, police AND sweet, he wasn't a douche; they were.