chan blinked, what was the time? strained eyes stared at the time in the corner of the screen and it took a shamefully long while for his brain to process the numbers correctly.

it was four am and chan was exhausted. he longed for the deep blackness of sleep but his mind wouldn't stop running.

'what if i made this beat do this? what about these lyrics for this song? how would a drum fit in there? or a low bass? maybe some violins? what about some edm? what if-'

and on and on and on his brain went. never giving up the possibilities of how something could go.

sighing tiredly, he save his work and closed his laptop. plugging in the charger and placing it somewhere safe, he sat back down in his chair and suddenly his eyes began to droop closed.

why couldn't his brain have shut off earlier? darn it.