MIKO
Two hours.
That's all we have been able to sleep, and waking up is proving to be a hard task. Mr song's voice feels so far away, like I am drifting to some faraway land, and he is fading in and out.
Someone bumps my shoulder and I rouse, blinking. Urgh, my eyes feel like sandpaper.
"We are doing very well with the album. The management is impressed with the work you boys are doing. But now we have to do more than that.
"We have to do more than write lyrics and prepare for the album."
I try sitting up even though my body wants to lie down. On my left, Jude is snoozing softly, head on my shoulder, hands tucked in his hoodie as he catches on sleep.
I take out my phone and snap a picture discreetly before looking at Mr. Song who is walking towards a white board to write something.
"We have to work on the album, yes, but we also have other things that come with being an artist."
He starts writing on the board.
