It had been a couple of days since Adam last recorded a song... He'd been scribbling away at lyrics for a while, still unsure about what he wanted to say. It had become his modus operandi to write funeral music. After a couple of weeks of non-stop inspiration, Adam found himself stuck in a creative rut. The words didn't flow as well as he'd liked them to and the notes didn't sound that well meshed together. Adam growled as he scratched out the newly written lyrics on his sheet music.

Adam tugged at his long, black locks; frustrated at the difficulty he was having with writing new songs. Adam glanced over his workspace to see his drum set sitting in the shadowed, isolated corner. He let out a sigh and stood up from where he was seated at his desk. He walked over to his drum set and started to play. Without music, Adam felt lost. Without his long life span as a vampire, he probably would have never gotten the chance to learn as much about music as he had...

Adam felt alive when he played music. The music swept him away as he played his drums, letting inspiration flow through him, hoping to find the lyrics to the song he'd been trying to write for ages now. As Adam played, he heard something coming from another room in his home. Adam continued to play at first, still lost in the music, until the noise he'd heard grew louder and more consistent. "Fuck." Adam growled and he stopped drumming...

It was his phone.

He put down the drumsticks and made his way over to the next room. "Hello?"

"Adam!" Came a cheery voice. Adam groaned. It one of the producers from the record label. "How's the new song coming along? We've already started production on your previous song. Would you like to hear it?"

Adam felt bombarded by questions. He remained silent on the line, waiting for any more incoming questions. "Adam?"

"I trust that the song sounds good." Adam said, ignoring the first question. Adam listened for a little longer as the producer went on and on about how Adam really should hear the song in order to give them feedback. Adam hated that about making music; having to deal with other people, other personalities. Adam started to miss the old days, where music was created by a single person, there was no middle man and there was no fuss. It was created and given to the world without questions or hassle.

After a good ten minutes of being on the line with the producer, Adam broke and said, "Fine. I'll be at the studio... Around 2am."

"Great, Adam, see you then!"