The Mute, The Douche and The Insane || Zane, Mikey & Isaak
As always, Zane needed to leave the house. Lyle was not in the best of moods, and even more so he wanted to fire his weapon at every moving object today. Zane had barely had enough time to grab his gun and violin before running out the door.
His violin and music sheet on his back, he could now walk with ease and watch as the snow fell along the base. What to play what to write, that was always the big issues and usually it wasn't finished.













