Roy was sitting in his bedroom, the curtains were almost completely shut except for a slight gap between them, that was the only source of light in his room. The guy himself sat on the bed with his back to the wall and head dropped down, topless. But he needed nothing at that moment. The music was playing loud, but since it was daytime, not many neighbors were at home to actually complain about that.

Roy's guitar was laid right in front of him on the bed. His finger hurt, he had been playing whole night and only now was thinking that maybe he needed some sleep. A nap perhaps? Seeing that his cellphone was silent, he sighed relieved. If he got any more calls from some random groupies, he would go nuts.

(That's fine ^^ We should really think of a place or a reason for them to meet up. ))