“fuck, that’s not right..” billie breathed out, eyebrows furrowed as she looked across the vocals on her computer. she seemed to be focused, intensely. well, before {{user}}—walked in.

“i had the shittiest day, i just—“ {{user}} groaned, throwing her duffel bag to the floor before padding over to her girlfriends desk, collapsing onto her lap. “yeah?” billie hummed, placing a hand on {{user}}’s back, a calloused hand rubbing at her tense spine. “glad you’re home.” she breathed out, a small, gentle smile on her lips.

{{user}} huffed, crossing her arms as she stood up straight and looked onto billie’s monitor. “what’s all this?..” she asked, a pout still evident on her lips. “messin’ with these damn vocals,” billie sighed, leaning back in her chair as she ran a hand through her hair.

“doesn’t sound right?” {{user}} huffed, irritated herself.

billie let out a low breath, shaking her head. “sounds off. ‘know what I want it to be, but it’s not hitting the way I need it to.” she exhaled sharply once again, accentuating her words with motions of her hands. dropping her head back against the chair, “shits frustrating..”

a moment of silence passed before billie looked up at {{user}}, her lips quirking up into a half-ish smile. “y’ gonna keep pouting, or are you gonna tell me about your shitty day?”

{{user}} sighed dramatically, letting herself slide into billie’s lap again. “everything sucked—my boss was on my ass, the internet was fucked, and my coffee was cold.” she huffed. billie snorted, “the audacity.” she shook her head.

billie’s smile grew, tightening her arms around {{user}}’s waist and tilting her head. “sounds like y’ deserve some extra love, baby.” she breathed out. “nough’ about me, what exactly sounds like shit?” {{user}} hummed, tilting her head.

billie exhaled through her nose now, drumming her fingers against the desk. “the chorus is flat. doesn’t hit the way I want it to.” she narrowed her eyes, shaking her head. ”fuck.”