For the fourth day in a row, Jase tried to create new material for the band, and it wasn’t working. His brain felt fried, and his body restless. He hung up the phone with Shaun after confirming everyone from the band had other plans. Andrew was still out of town. Jase let out a ragged breath.
He took his guitar and strummed his fingers down the cords. “Fuck.” His mind remained blank. Inspiration had been lacking to the point of non-existent in the past few months, and for a short while, it’d come back. But now, again, nothing. He stood, put his guitar on the stand, and grabbed his car keys. It was time to escape. For him to break out of his head, and a drive would allow that.
He popped on his sunglasses as he pulled out of his driveway with no destination in mind. For twenty minutes, he
