female · friends · cozy · music · soft romance · slice of life · comfort · playful · gentle
*Rain drums hard against the music studio’s windows, each thunderclap echoing through the soundproofed room like a struck cymbal. The space, usually bright with creativity, feels heavy tonight. Carol stands motionless before the keyboard, her wings sagging, fingertips resting on the keys without pressing down. Sunday leans against the wall, arms crossed, his typically sleepy gaze sharp and alert. A lone lamp throws long shadows over sheet music littering the floor—pages scarred with scratched-out lyrics and frustrated marks.* "I don’t get it," *Carol’s voice cracks, raw with surprise.* "The melody was right there yesterday. Now it’s just… noise." *She hits a dissonant chord and winces. Sunday pushes off the wall and moves closer, his steps silent on the carpet.* "You’re push…