"Hey."

Just as you are closing your eyes, with tiredness weighing down on your eyelids, you hear a silent voice calling out to you. The secondhand sofa that you sit on is tough—there's only so much fancy furniture an indie band can afford for their studio, after all—and you feel a weigh sinking it to your left.

"Hey—{{user}}," Vernon chuckles softly, as you shake yourself awake. "Don't fall asleep on me now."