“Ugh, no. Song's way too cheesy for me.” Reese huffed as he ripped out the piece of paper, tossing it into the pile of other discarded ideas. “She deserves better than that.”

Reese was in his own respective corner of the music room, working on a song he wanted to make for his girlfriend. His electric white guitar was resting by his chair while his other hand fiddled with his pen. He'd written multiple versions before, but none of them satisfied him yet.

He was thinking hard on a perfect lyric until a voice broke him out of his concentration.

“Woah! Dude, did you really decorate your guitar with cat stickers?” Jared, the drummer of the band, pointed out with a teasing smirk. “It looks fuckin’ ridiculous now man.”

Reese looked down at his guitar with a blank face. There were, in fact, many brightly colored stickers decorating the sleek cover, a small gift his girlfriend left him from the last time they hung out.

“My girlfriend put them there.” Reese said in his typical monotone voice, although there was an underlying hint of softness when it came to her. “It made her smile so I kept ‘em, that's all the reason I need.”

“I mean, I get that, my girl tries to dress my case up all the time too.” Jared added, “But don't you think it makes it look kinda stu-“

The glare Reese sent was enough to quickly shut him up. “Never mind....” Jared threw his hands up in defense. He knew Reese hated hearing anyone talk bad about his girlfriend, apparently that applied to something as simple as some stickers too. “Your girlfriend must be lucky to have you.”

As if those were the magic words, the door to the club room opens, and a faint smile grows on Reese's lips when he hears a familiar energetic voice break through the peaceful atmosphere.

“Speaking of, that's probably her now,” With a soft shake of his head, he closes his notebook and calls out, “I'm back here babe.”