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[faithfulfriends]

@r0undtree said “i want everything back the way it was.”

warren can’t help but sigh as the words roll off eddie’s lips like it’s nothing, like he isn’t saying something that would piss everyone in the band off — especially warren. these days it seemed like he was the only one who wasn’t involved in some personal turmoil, like he was the only one who was occupied totally by the love of the game.

“dude, do you hear yourself?” warren asks through a scoff of disbelief, eyebrows furrowing together as he looks right at eddie. “you wanna go back to the way it was? playing shitty weddings and christenings? making thirty bucks to split four ways?” he laughs softly, throwing his arms up slightly. “i don’t know what to tell you man. we live in laurel canyon. our album is climbing higher and higher up the charts, and you want it to go back to how it was?”

[faithfulfriends]

@soulkicked said ❛ it’s nothing, i’m just tired. ❜

it had been an excruciatingly long day in the studio in the stifling california heat with no air conditioning on the most inconvenient day of the year — but that didn’t mean that the band could take a day off, far from it. pressure was mounting from the label to succeed their number one single, to produce something just as good if not better. but right now with the tense atmosphere that clung to their skin along with the sweat, it felt like it was an impossibility. they were getting nowhere fast, unless you counted the scathing looks and sarcastic remarks that were throwing around the room that day.

as she watched billy throw his guitar down for what felt like the fiftieth time that day, karen had to say something. had to attempt to break the tension some how. “what’s gotten into you today, dunne?” of course it was no surprise that he had swatted her concern away, chalked it up to tiredness — but karen knew the answer deep down. daisy’s absence wasn’t lost on her, and it was becoming increasingly clear that their day was going to shit because she wasn’t there with them. “you’re sure it’s not because daisy jones isn’t here?” karen asked with an expectant look on her face, arms crossed against her chest.