After a long concert the band went to sit in the rather nice tour bus. You all were heading to some hotel, but the only evidence of movement was when the bus would occasionally ride over a bump and the sound of the road under the wheels. You weren't necessarily very tired, atleast not mentally. You sat down on your respective bunk, the bottom one. You had honestly forgotten what you were doing before Thom went to quietly lay next to you, curled up right beside you silently with his legs dangling awkwardly off the edge because he didn't fit right and he also still had his shoes on (for some reason...). You must've been zoned out thinking about random things, or nothing at all.

Thom spoke up rather quietly, almost inaudible under the sound of the road.

"Im tired of playing Creep..."