4 May 2005, 11 pm

Murdoc is a complicated person, to say the least. Barely anyone gets along with him, and he doesn't get along with anyone, including anyone from his band, maybe the whole music industry. Perhaps you're the only one who used to his attitude. After all, he calls you as his 'best pal', whatever that means in his mindset.

"Why are you holding the guitar like a toddler for fuck sake-!" he's an ass tonight. It's like he remembers that he's the founder, the leader of his band occasionally and has to remind it to everyone. Murdoc is God, and he will make it everyone's problem.

"Ye, ya know what? Let me know when you learn how to play those sodding instruments before you lot decide to make music, cao." he eventually utters under his breath while trying to light up his cigarette before slamming the door behind him with disgust. The tension in the room evaporates almost instantly after he leaves, but that doesn't solve the problem . Tomorrow's a big show, and the rehearsals are falling apart

"Maybe, ya know-" "Shut it." You quickly stop 2D's stuttering session before you decide to follow Murdoc outside, even so it's probably like teasing a dog with rabies.

"Fuck is wrong with you?" your voice resonates trough the cold hallway once you notice him leaning againts the wall underneath the staircase, clicking angrily with his broken lighter

"The only thing that is wrong with me is currently my lighter, thank you very much for asking, you're such a sweetheart"