Right, so my best friend and I are doing this thing where we write a daily prompt. This is the madness that ensued. There will be eventual Akafuri, so just be patient. I will update Monday to Friday. Some insane stuff happens later on but I will but up all the warnings. This is a BL, don't like it then don't read it.

Sanity

"Sa- Ni- Ty, juuust hooold on tooo meee!

Dyyying slowly! Is this the way we're meant to seeeee?"

Okay, those are not the words to my song.

"Please caaarrry meee, myy sweetest frenemyyy!

I'm not sooorrrrry, for screwing your boyfriendddd, sweet sa- ni- tyyyy!"

What the DUCK!? You bloody asshole! What are you DOING to my song!?

"Suuudddennlyyy alllll the lights go outtttt

And I feeeeel you grope-"

"CUT! What the hell was that!?" the grey suited project manager suddenly bellows at the top of his lungs. "You, song guy! This is not what I'm paying you for! I'm paying you to write decent songs for Hanamaya's comeback. Are you trying to screw this up!? Are you trying to sabotage him!?"

"Those weren't the lyrics I put to the song," I try to say as the manager stalks up to me. He is so large that I have to take a few steps back to stop him from trampling all over me. He looks like a charging rhinoceros, I can't stop myself from thinking and I suddenly have to repress my urge to laugh.

The manager must have seen the hint of a smile because the next thing I know he is charging at me, like an actual rhino, a squawk escapes my lips as I dive to my right and collide with the changing room door. The burly man grabs me at the cuff of my neck and yanks me to my feet. He bellows into my face and I can't help but recoil at the stench of cheap cigars, beer and Chinese food. I feel as though I might throw up when he finely lets go and tells me to get out of his sight.

I sprint for the black studio door, marked with a yellow star and at its centre a white number one and I hurry to the nearest bathroom and promptly empty my stomach into the white plastic bowl.

When my stomach decides its empty enough, I move over to the sinks to wash my face and rinse my mouth with some water. When I look in the mirror, I see a pale faced post teen brunette staring back at me. No one here believes me when I say I am almost twenty eight. All they see is a browned haired midget that has just a smidge of song writing talent.

To cheer myself up, I head over to Record room thirteen. This room is full of musical instruments and behind the one way glass is a rather vintage recording room. It was filled to the brim with Stone Age recording equipment. No one ever actually uses it any more. I mean, yeah, it produces awesome sounds but it is too much of a hassle to operate. So it's just standing there, gathering dust. And the instruments in this room are ancient, but it can't be helped either.

I sit down at a poorly tuned piano that has seen better days and I start to play the melody for the song that ass wipe messed up. I'm not entirely sure what exactly came over me but I start to sing the words too. I feel free and relaxed and way better than what I did just a few moments ago.

I start messing around with the beat, change up the notes and goof off like I hadn't done in a while. I was so excited just to be free from that hell, the hell where I write songs for jerks that can't even bother with the right lyrics, that I don't notice the pair of red eyes looking straight at me by the door.

I also don't notice when he comes to stand directly in the doorway and braced himself against the frame. "So, tell me of your sanity," the voice suddenly shatters my happy bubble.

I yelp, yank my hands from the black and white keys as if they burned me and try to leap to my feet. All I manage to do though is fall over the piano chair and roll into a broken set of drums.

"Are you alright?" the voice said as it hurried over.

What a sight I must have been, sitting there in a broken bass drum, wearing a tom-tom on my head like a bloody hat and blushing fire engine red. I open my mouth to say something but no sound comes forth.

Great, now I'm gaping like a ducking fish!

The stranger stands before me and he is beautiful. It's as though he were sculpted by some all mighty hand just to allow commoners like me a glimpse of perfection.

He smiles at me says something and holds out his hand to me.

I can't help but to smile back.

A/N

Song lyrics to the tune of Dear Agony by Breaking Benjamin. I don't own it. I swear.