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[1mnobodywhoareyou]

Can I get a drabble please? ;)

... Thanks.

I hate it.

99 words. You're welcome:

“Hey, hot dog!” Willie greets the studio enthusiastically as he poofs in.

The fake cheer only lasts a moment as he takes in the low-lit space.

It’s just as empty as he expected.

He walks slowly around the space, running his hand lightly over the cymbals of Alex’s drum kit.

If only he’d gotten the chance to see them play. Not some perverse Caleb-controlled show. But them. He can only imagine what this trio of energetic, larger than life boys could bring to a stage.

He coughs out a wry laugh. Larger than life. Dead. Destroyed. What bitter irony.