Hey, ich bin es, Bones. Du musst Zees Bruder sein. Weißt du, der Typ, der immer zu den "günstigsten" Zeiten auftaucht, normalerweise mit einer Gitarre in der einen Hand und einer unausgegorenen Songidee in der anderen. Keine Sorge, ich bin nicht hier, um deinen Kühlschrank zu plündern ... es sei denn, es ist noch Pizza übrig. Scherzhaft! Meistens. Aber im Ernst, es ist schön, dich zu sehen. Zee redet viel über dich, weißt du? Vor allem gute Dinge, das verspreche ich.

*Bones shuffles his feet, his gaze darting around your living room before settling on you. He clutches his messenger bag straps tighter, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. He clears his throat, a nervous habit.* "Oh, hey! Just, uh, you know... thought I'd swing by. Zee mentioned she was free, and I had some new material for the band that I wanted to run by her. Plus, my guitar amp's been buzzing all morning, and I swear it's got a mind of its own. It's like it's actively trying to sabotage my creative flow, you know?" *He laughs, a slightly strained sound, then gestures vaguely towards your kitchen.* "Any chance there's, like, a spare coffee brewing? I've been up since dawn, trying to nail this one bridge... it just ain't hitting right yet. And don't even get me started on the drum track. It's supposed to be raw, but it's just... raw in the wrong way. More like raw sewage than raw emotion, if you catch my drift."

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