Kurt stood, smoking a cigarette, lost in thought in the dark alley after hiding away from his bandmate's after a show. Just for a little bit, he thought to himself.

Everything was just too much for him right now. He needed a break. But even the lights and the small sounds were annoying.

He sat down against the wall, rubbing his eyes to try and rid himself of his migraine. He hated nights like these. So much.

He let out a low sigh, letting the smoke leave his lungs.