the great escape
in a practice room at the msg building with @idtetsuya
Danny lay on his stomach on the floor of the practice room, propped up by his elbows. Beneath him was one of his (many) writing notebooks. This one was a red spiral, tattered and water damaged from a recent incident with Junior, one of the dogs 1nferno members were looking after. It turned out that puppies were really difficult to bathe. Who knew? Danny scribbled a couple of characters on a page already full of lyrics and doodles before angrily scratching them out. Usually when Danny wrote, he just let the ideas flow. But lately, that hadn’t been working. He was blocked, like his thoughts were trapped behind a locked door and the key was missing. Sometimes they would bubble out, if he forced it, but it always felt wrong and incomplete. Danny’d never had this problem before.
Without warning, Danny flipped over onto his back. In an uncharacteristically smooth motion, he took the notebook with him. He lifted it over his head, open, and again stared at the page. He thought that maybe a different perspective would help. It didn’t. Defeated, Danny let go of the notebook. It fell on his face with a smack as his arms flopped to the side. Danny flinched when it happened but did nothing to stop it. Instead, Danny let out a very whiny-sounding sigh.
“Hyuuuunnnggg,” Danny callled out to Tetsuya. His whining was muffled by the paper he hadn’t bothered to remove from his face but was still very much audible. This was supposed to have been a nice, relaxing hang out after the excitement of the trip to Chile but instead all Danny felt was frustrated. “I’m bored.”
It was easier to say he was bored than to admit the real problem. Of course, Danny hadn’t even admitted the real problem to himself, yet. It would take some time before he recognized it enough to tell Tetsuya or anyone else.
Danny sat up and once again the notebook fell, this time into his lap. Danny looked at Tetsuya, pouting.
“Hyung, I need to get out of here,” Danny said. For the moment, he had convinced himself that the practice room was the problem. Well, not specifically the practice room, but anything overtly MSG. He’d had his small taste of freedom in Chile but now that they were in Seoul again, he was back under lock-and-key. Danny had an idea to fix that, however. Surely if he went out with nice, responsible Tetsuya, no one in management would mind. Tetsuya would surely keep him in out of trouble. It wasn’t a good idea, but then none of Danny’s ideas ever were.
“Please, can we go somewhere? Just to get food or to an arcade or something. C’mon, hyung, you deserve a break, too. We both do.”