kaigaku

“Expensive coffee and another useless night,” he sighed.
Kaigaku had just left the studio, frustrated with himself for not being able to write an ending to his album that felt RIGHT. He needed inspiration, so he stopped at a nearby cafe in hopes of finding a muse.

Unfortunately there was no one out at that time. The opening of the cafe was unusual. It was a bit of a shady place, but he supposed that added to the bad boy vibe of him. Running his hand through his hair, he took another sip of coffee.

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