𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 ... 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 @wcmensworld
sadie had lost everything in the fire. there was no more recently renovated kitchen , no three guitars , no more sentimental photos from the first few tours. everything was gone. so instead of writing in her usual comfy armchair , she'd rented the studio space for a few hours. the acoustics were good , even if she wasn't recording anything. using a replacement guitar , she was writing. anger and hurt and loss into words and melodies , in the hopes to get it off her chest. a small noise alerted her to the fact that she was no longer alone , and the sky outside was beginning to change colours. her time had long been up. " do you have the space booked ? " she asked , getting up from the chair and walking over.
