2 years later
Tyler was right: the album didn't do well. At all. It's not that it was bad, just that we didn't have enough money to get it in big shops and no one noticed it or listened to it.

We were constantly making new music; almost every day in fact. After 2 years we had the courage to release our new album : Vessel.

It didn't do that great, but it got us noticed a lot more than regional at best and, after that we did gigs everywhere over Columbus and, eventually, we got more and more noticed. We even gained some fans. It was great.

We did our first concert, which was amazing. We started to earn money, enough to not go to the college we were planning to, and for Tyler to give up basketball, something he had always wanted to do. We even had enough to now pay for our apartment by ourselves. Sure, we struggled a bit, but managed okay.

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Tyler reached for the reeses puffs, leaning over me and kissing me on the head. We were spread out on our bed, watching the grammys. In our underwear.

We watched In silence, engrossed it who was winning awards and if it was our favourites or not. 'Josh,' Tyler said quietly, as another singer stood up for the award. 'Yeah?' I answered. He looked thoughtful. 'I know this is unlikely, and that's probably why I'm gonna say it, but if we ever win a Grammy, we gotta go in our underwear.' He smiled at me, and I laughed at the thought. 'Agreed,' I said, laughing and kissing him passionately on the lips, Tyler pulling me In as we rolled over on the bed and began to take off each others underwear.

Okay that was such a shitty story I am sorry for any of you who wasted your time reading it lmao but yeah THE END