-Originally posted on a different story.-
2009
"I'm telling you that part..-"
Quinn looked at dan side on as he talked. Playing the drum part in the air. "-that fucking-this!" He reacts it again. "This! Right here..." he looks up at Matt, just beaming. "That's the fucking shit dude!" He finished and proceeded to air drum the drum part with some 'doododo boom tttss!' Dan was absolutely stoked on this drum part for the song they called track eight which was actually track four.
He was absolutely in love with it and Dan's excitement was infectious. This album was going to mad.
"All I'm saying is-" Bert's voice was load throughout the studio. His indoor voice wasn't a strong point. Quinn looked up. He could hear him out in the kitchen from where he sat in living room. It was just a couple of sofas, a few tables where the band could chill out and mess about when they didn't have to work. Quinn was working though, just going through his guitar parts on his laptop. Casual work while Matt they're producer for this album worked with Jepha. Well that's what Quinn had thought but he could hear Matt with Bert now that he listened a little more closely. "Yeah...well you know.." Bert's voice trailed off into a quieter one before he went quiet completely.
"I get it" Matt said, sounding sympathetic. "You work at your own pace" Quinn raises an eyebrow at that. "-I don't mind you working at your own pace man, but i need some lyrics for that track"
Quinn pulled his jeans up a little bit and closed his laptop. They'd work with John Feldman for three albums and this forth album they'd changed to Matt. Matt was great, but he wasn't used to Bert and lately Bert had been lazy when it came to work. He was only lazy because getting drunk and stoned was all he wanted to do lately.
Bert was a fucking mess but there was no getting through to him. And it was that New Jersey, my Chem front mans fault.
They weren't seeing each other secretly anymore...well not that the used boys knew off anyway. It had been quiet a shock for Allman and Howard when they came to check on Bert, luckily the door had been left unlocked and they walked in. Finding Bert's tongue two inches deep in the bitch's ass.
Quinn could still picture the look of horror on Gerard's ways face and he relished in it. But also it scarred him. His biggest regret was not taking his phone out and snapping a pic but when your born in the late eighties, grew up in the nineties and didn't grow up with phones with cameras it's not second nature to snap a photo. It doesn't even cross his mind.
Bert was a rollercoaster at best. He's always been one but At least when they where younger Bert would be emotionally out of control a little more publicly. And by that, Quinn's means that they would know about shit. He wasn't asking for help but they could help him out because it was there in front of them. But nowadays, Bert was secretive. They used to go to Bert's for Beers and movies but now the only reason they go to Bert's apartment is to check he's alive. He doesn't answer his phone. Ever. And there was no talking to him. There's only so much you can do to support someone and when they refused to acknowledge that maybe they're not a hundred percent...you just got to be there for them they realise that aren't okay. The band understood. It was like a silent agreement between him, Jepha and Dan.
Bert was depressed. But he doesn't know that and mentioning will get you know where. Because in Bert's head he was at his best and it didn't make sense. But it made complete sense that Bert would have this backwards way of tricking himself. Of course. Quinn was no therapist but Bert wasn't in a good place. Especially now that New Jersey has fucked off again. One step forward, two steps back.
Even though Bert was in a bad place it didn't mean he could be lazy and drunk all the time. He was doing work but you had to chase him a little more than usual. He'd already consumed six beers by twelve. Not including the ones they all didn't know about...Bert's drinking really had taken a turn into something else. He's always been a pisshead but lately...
Quinn grimaced at the thought of how drunk Bert had been these past couple of days. It was amazing how drunk Bert would get but still be almost perfectly functional. Quinn didn't want to call it a talent but god damn it was.
