The was nothing more intimate and special than laying down on the floor of your best friends studio apartment and listen to the sound of the Vinyl Record play the sultry melody and lyrics of the rising band that had been blowing up for months.

“Why are we doing this again..?” Choso asked with his usual tired and listless voice, incredibly reserved. His had eyes closed, feeling the soft touch of his friends makeup brush lightly touching his skin. He was content just like this.