His head rested on the keyboard, eyes closed, mouth slightly open. He was seated in his studio, with most uncomfortable posture to sleep. His eyebrows start twitching and sweats start forming on his forehead, his body starts trembling. It seems like he is having a nightmare but neither does he opens his eyes nor is there anyone to wake him up.


The song he’s been working on for so long is still unfinished. He writes and erases all of it. He can’t focus on it. His computer screen is lit but his once word littered screen is empty. The screen that was once filled with musical notes and drafts to be joined together was now blank.


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He was roaming around in a vast area that was full of people, yet no one acknowledged his existence let alone recognize him. He looked around, approached a few people to know where he was but they just ignored and walked past him. He was flabbergasted, his heart started racing and his mind was confused. He was taken aback by the fact that no one recognized him. He wasn’t wearing mask he usually wears or covering himself. How can no one know of him? He was famous, famous enough to be surrounded by fans if he was ever seen on streets. Had it been any other day he’d be relieved of the situation but right now! His confusion was understandable.


He stopped pacing around and stood...