#* // ♦︎ ZELDA ( starters. )

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OPEN / @briaruniversity​

A GROAN IS ELICITED FROM SOFT petals as she hunches over her bass guitar in a defeated manner. there are times where words, even for the muso herself run dry. she’s been staring at the page of chicken scratch on the the floor for a little under an hour now, much to her own dismay. the frustration is there, as uncharacteristic as it may seem. “ mm, alright, yeah, fuck this. ” zelda says it suddenly, reaching her breaking point with the bout of writer’s block. she closes the notebook without another thought with a flick of her foot, pulling the bass strap off of her shoulders, leaning it on the nearby wall. zelda looks to the other person in the room, suddenly eager to get her mind off of the dryspell, “ let’s do something. not sure what, but if i have to think of another lyric, i might have to bash my brains in with my bass. ”