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Trade Mistakes - RydenRyan sat on the edge of the couch beside his suitcase. His head was hung low over his hands. He sniffed quietly.
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"I don't know, Bren
I think that part would work better with that melody Jon suggested," Ryan frowned thoughtfully.
Brendon turned back to the piano, mumbling something that sounded like "Why am I not surprised." Spencer coughed loudly, almost covering it.
"Ryan, can you give me a hand tuning up?" Ryan shot a look at the back of Brendon's head before sighing in defeat and heading toward Jon.
Ryan glanced at the coffee table the two of them had bought together, the music magazines scattered across it, the pieces of the mug he knocked over when they were fighting last night. He swallowed the lump in his throat, his eyes travelling over the broken shards scattered across the floor.
Brendon bounded out of the back of the bus, grinning widely at Spencer sat at the table with his magazine.
"I'm off to the shops, wan