Ivan Scovova
Ivan woke up and looked at the white ceiling above him. "What the hell?" He groaned seeing as he was sleep in a chair. Looking around he noticed he was in the studio. Oh yeah now he remembered. He started out at a party with his band mates when he got an annoying call from their manager. He wanted to kick back and relax for once as well and have a drink or two. Ivan couldn't keep drinks down like Lydia and Sebastian. They were on a whole new level. On top of that he had to maintain his image as well. Who likes a drunk lead singer? Standing up he stretched his arms then looked down at the piece of paper containing lyrics on it. That was the real reason his manager called him. He had to write a new song which meant he had to come to the studio and write a song.
"Agh!" He spoke realizing he wasn't done with the song. Running his slender fingers through his midnight blue hair, he picked up the paper then a pencil. Pacing around the room he started to sing what he had written down. It was pretty good so far but he needed a chorus. How did he write most of a song without a chorus?! This was the difference between him and everyone else in the band. He new to stay on top he had to do this. Ivan dedicated himself to music especially since they started to get famous. Still pacing he tried singing different lyrics trying to see what fit best in the chorus. Biting on the end of the pen he stopped walking when he thought he had an idea, of course it disappeared quickly. Sighing he thought he was on to something brilliant when his phone went off.
"Why would someone text me now? When I see who it is they are getting cussed out." He groaned again then saw it was from Aliyah. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips then he open the message to see she wanted to meet up at a coffee place. "Please don't tell me that she was drunk too?" There was no doubt in his mind that Sebastian and Lydia had hangovers. Taking his jacket and the lyrics he walked out of the record building only to be stopped by the manager on the way out. "Devil's Lament has a press conference to day. Don't be late." He warned then walked into the building. He better text everyone now:'We have a press conference today so if you have a hangover get over it!'
Still walking he made it to the coffee shop. "So enjoy the party last night? Sorry I had to bail because of a song I was writing and...wait what the hell happened to your face?!" He asked slightly panicked. "Was it the fans? Did you get in an accident? What happened?" Here came his typical string of questions. He placed the sheet of music on the table for her to read once she told him what happened to her.