NASH'S POV:
Creed plays us the song that he wrote yesterday, and I'm floored. It's far too serious to be something Creed has written.
"Are you sure you wrote this?" Ziggy asks, apparently I'm not the only one who finds it hard to believe.
Creed only smiles, leaning back in his seat. Smug bastard.
Rigby hands us each a sheet of music. Automatically I pick up the base and begin to play my part, acquainting myself with the sequence of notes. It seems simple enough.
"Should we give it a go?" Jett asks some time later, once we've all looked over the sheet music.
There's a murmuring of agreement and then we're playing the song. We don't get five bars in before Creed is stopping us to correct something. He's softer about it than usual though. Where normally he'd call us all lazy sh*ts and t
