Chapter 8

Alex

My head felt as if it was about to explode at any moment. I couldn’t help but moan while crumpling paper sheets and tossing them in the trash can next to my desk.

“Shit!” Over the last four days, I’ve been canceling my bandmates’ calls. I let out a frustrated groan. “What am I doing?”

God, it has never been this difficult to write a song, though the rough draft of the entire song won’t even take an hour to produce. Though it sounded easy to me, it didn’t resonate with me, even if it already sounded fantastic.

So, I sat in my swivel chair every day to work on beats, rhythm, and voice. Something is lacking.

While trying to figure it out, I went to the drum set, attempting to make drum beats for hours on end.

Then, I hurled the drumsticks against the wall, feeling irritated.

They brushed up against my cheek, bouncing and flicking. “Goddamnit.” I placed my hand against my swollen face.

My stomach churned and continued to do so while I