Ever since he was a child, Travis had loved music. The normally cold and distant boy had easily opened up to it, and would even go as far to say that it made him happy. Though that might have been overdoing it- few things could make such a person happy. It would be like saying he disliked preppy girls- in reality, he really wished they would completely be eradicated from the Earth. Oh, the power of words. Perhaps another one of the things that he liked about songs, he could express himself without actually having to express himself. His music could be about anyone, it could just be nonsense he made up in his head. Or it could be him that he was talking about- or at least that he had other people singing about.
Travis actually did little singing himself. Mostly he was just in charge of making the music; the drums, the guitars, keyboard. He could do everything in a song, and could probably even find a way to do the singing too. Still, he liked using actual peoples voices in It was a fairly simple business on the outside, just buy the track and lyrics and all you had to do was include his name in the credits. On the inside though, it was pretty complicated stuff. But that was for him to worry about, no one else. That was another one of his flaws- he had a lot -, he liked to work alone and wasn't the greatest at accepting help.
Two cans of Monster and fourteen wasted papers later, he realized it was time to go. Grabbing his things, and another Monster, he left the house and took the steps two at a time, quickly reaching his '05 green and white Camaro. A few minutes later he pulled up at the dock, only getting there so fast because speed limits were optional in his world.