Watching everyone closely, he noticed they were all very different, in height, in actions, personality, style it went on in Lavi's head. Compared to his group, the only one who was different was...well he couldn't think of it. In truth they were all pretty much torn from the same cloth, Lavi just so happened to get the left over end, the short end. Ok so maybe it was him who was different from the rest of them. And sure it made him feel less apart of the band. Specially when no one really noticed him whenever they are around. Once in a while he would catch himself wondering what was going through the company's heads when they grouped them all together.
Right now, it was all just jumbles so his beat was a little fast that it made the sticks blur, but the sound come out in a flowy rhythm. Once he caught himself playing he switched rhythms to Fighting Dreamers as he walked around and plopped himself down on the couch and started to play the rest of the song on the wooden coffee table. Slowly he started to him to the song. For some reason this song always made him feel a bit better and sorted out his thoughts, even if it was a ridiculous song.
Sighing as he leaned back against the sofa, tilting his head up towards the ceiling his slipped his sticks back up his sleeves into a hidden built in pocket that he made for all his sweaters. Last night he wasn't able to get to get much sleep, he had stayed up most of the night writing drum notes. Thoughtlessly, his mind drifted off into a deep sleep, letting his body slide over and land on the sofa's pillows. And like that he was out.