RIGBY'S POV:
I watch him walk away and it hits me that I'm wrong. There's no world in which Creed would leave us.
He loves Saving Creed even more than I do.
Ignoring the others, I follow after him. I hear the click of the door locking when he enters the studio. I watch as he tries to call someone before settling down to the piano.
I lean forward momentarily so that I can hit record. You never know, this could be our next number one.
The music he begins to play is the same tune he was humming last night in the car except it's sadder somehow. Then he starts singing and I'm floored.
Closing my eyes, it's hard to imagine that it's Creed singing. It sounds like him and it doesn't at the same time. It's not a key he often sings in, in fact, I would say the notes he's currently singing migh
