(Jake's POV)

Three days have passed and I still barely worked on my lyrics, I didn't even getting my music fixed.

"Shit!!! I need to finish it soon." I cried. "Relax Jake, you now have a chorus. You'll sort the rest out."

Yeah it's Saturday, so I got all the time to work on my project. But my frustrations are what's keeping me together. Without them I can't work on things. So far I've got a chorus already and I have a perfect tune for it. Maybe I'll use the piano for the music. Simple but striking. BRILLIANT!!! So I started singing the chorus that I've made.

"Even if they want us to tear apart... even if they want to break our hearts, Even if they say that we can't push through. Baby I know there'll still be me and you."

That wasn't so bad. I took a breath and continue.

"Even if they want us to lose, even if they cause us to bruise... even if they say that as can't push through. Baby I know there'll still be me and you."

"That went good." I said happily.

But then I went hungry so, I decided to cook myself something special this lunch.

"Hmm what's on me fridge?"

Then I saw things that could work out. Then in the end of the day I ended up eating mushroom stuffed raviolli. It's quite good but the sauce taste weird.

"Maybe too much cream." I muttered. "Oh well, I should continue working on my music."

"Fuck, I sounded like a struggling musician." I just run to the piano and put music to my lyrics.

The rest of the day go a little smooth. Well there were struggles but, everything is pretty much fun.

"So far I now got a chorus, a pre-chorus and a bridge." I really work fast. "Not bad. Maybe I'll continue my work tomorrow, I feel stressed and tired."

I was going to my room but, when I almost pass my brother's room an idea struck me. I just smiled and entered his unoccupied room. As usual I found his old drum set at the corner of the room. I sit there and played a my favorite beat.

Find You by Zedd ft. Matthew Koma and Miriam Bryant

I started the beat well, still as good as before. Then my favorite part came and I sing along.

"Make em dance just like you... cause you make me move..... Yeah you always make me go..."

And I just keep on playing the beat. I also sing some parts it really is amazing that my brother let me use his drums.

After that tiring rock n roll I decided to throw my ass onto my bed.

"I wish my days can be calm like this everyday." I said tired.

I PASSED OUT.

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The sunlight is hitting my eyes, this indicates that I should be out of bed now. I walked into the bathroom, I washed my face brushed my teeth and then go downstairs and cook myself a satisfying plate of bacon and eggs.

"Well that made my morning." Then I burped "Okay enough of this, better work my ass now."

Then I tried writing the rest of the song. But, I never thought that it would be that bad. I really run out of words this time. So instead I worked the music with the piano, I made a really sick beat... I really rock the piano. Afterwards I worked the tune with an acoustic guitar then with an electric guitar. And finally the drums. I recorded the different tunes produced by the instruments then put them all together with a mixer that I found in the internet. Then listened to it.

"Woah, I never expected it to sound this good." I smiled at myself in the amazement of my work.

I manage to finish the rest of the lyrics but seriously, it needs editing before I forge it with music. I tried it with my acoustic guitar, it wasn't so bad... in fact it pretty fits. But the whole package still needs major polishing.

I didn't even noticed that it is night already. So I decided to rest because, I pretty much fell asleep when I tried fixing the rest of the lyrics.

"This thing's pretty exhausting. I should rest."

But then that memory of hearing a whispering voice bothered me. Shit I should hire some body guards.

"Maybe the "Voice" won't bother me tonight. I wish."

Sleep.......