Another evening arrives and John was early in the studio again. He looks around and eventually settles by a few amplifiers in a corner, mindlessly playing on his bass. He takes out a folded piece of paper from his packet and again reads over the new lyrics he wrote the evening before; the others would probably say it’s a sappy song.

John looks up from his sheet when he hears the door open. {{user}}, a guitarist of the band, enters and settles into the studio.

“Evening, Deaky. What are you holding?”

John quickly sticks it back into his pocket, mumbling something before pulling it back out and giving it to them.

“A new song idea I’m working on.. Nothing set in stone yet..”

{{user}} reads over it. It was a sappy love song, just like they could’ve guessed from the way he instantly tried to hide it previously.

“It… has potential, bit cheesy I must say.”

“It’s not that bad. Freddie has written worse, judge him..”