Lonely Study Dates

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Cheren sat in the library quietly, rapidly filling line after line in the notebook before him. There were several books sitting on the desk he sat at, some of them open, while others were stacked at the side, not being his main focus at the moment.

He was trying his hand at songwriting, and had managed to find a decent book on it. Cheren, being his studios self, read as much of the book as he could stand before he wanted to put the material to use.

 It had taken him a bit over an hour before he felt he was done scraping putting together what he thought might make a reasonable song, but when we read over it, something didn't feel right.

He knew he was new at this, and this was only a draft, but there was this nagging doubt in the back of his mind: something telling him that he should start from scratch.