Shark 2Sitting in the darkness on the living room's floor, Richard watched Schneider walk past. He saw how the drummer's shoulders sagged when there was nobody standing on the patio. He pursed his lips right, now he wants to talk with me and then he goes to discuss about recording the album without me?
Absentmindedly, he played with the knife he took from the kitchen.
Then of course the others were right this wasn't going anywhere. He was stopping them, he was almost pulling them back with the lack of ideas and his general behaviour. He couldn't have explained it if he tried, but somehow them knowing about his condition (even in his head, he refused to call it for what it was) made him shy. Made him afraid to talk back and argue, in case they would bring it up as an argument or make fun of his weakness. Because he was doubtlessly the weakest of them.
Trailing down the sharp edge with his finger, he accidentally broke the skin. With a hiss of pain, he dropped the knife and brough
Till looked at the group of men gathered in the kitchen for breakfast. They were in this house in the middle of nowhere for just a bit more than a week and the cracks were already showing. The making of their previous album and the subsequent tour were a trial that nearly led to the band breaking up. After it was done, they each went their way to vent their anger and cool down.
It took time, but they were happy to see each other, eager to do another album, to work with their passion music. However, the unsolved issues were already surfacing.
Richard's failed attempt at breakfast wasn't helping. Not that Till was going to say anything about that to his best friend, who was just explaining something to their drummer.
'That's it,' Paul growled suddenly, getting everybody's attention as he threw the fork away. The tool landed on Flake's plate with a clatter. 'You're not even touching the pots to prepare any other meal that I am supposed to eat,' he said, glaring at Ric