'what do you call a musician with troubles?'
β a trebled man @hdniel
desperate times call for desperate measures. at least, that was sebastian told himself. he was facing a writing slump. from the lyrics to the composition itself, he was wondering what was exactly missing. he had the feelings he wanted to convey, but frustratingly enough, it was almost as if he couldn't actually pour his feelings into his work, almost as if he was facing a wall, his own mind running haywire, blocking himself from writing and creating anything worthwhile.
he knew that it happened. writer's block was completely normal. he tended to take things too seriously, and was too hard on himself; it was hard to accept that he wasn't perfect, it was something that was forced to be engraved in himself at a young age, he would thank his parents for that if he ever saw them again, and that was where the crux of the matter truly lied. he was horrible when it came to asking for help. he would rather roll over and let himself decompose, melt onto the cold music room floor than reach out and let himself be seen as vulnerable.
he supposed now was a better time than ever to try and step out of bad habits, and create better ones.
finding niel wasn't as hard as he thought it would be. it took looking around the practice rooms before stumbling on a familiar figure. he made sure no one was around before stepping inside and calling out the younger male's name, fingers clutching his notebook almost protectively to his chest, and the next words leave him, expression pained, "would you mind helping me out with this one song i'm struggling to write?"
