"Hm. Lots of drugs, mostly." It wasn't entirely wrong, but clearly a joke anyway. Edward tried to think of better words to say to someone he actually wanted in his band, not some reporter or a fan, an answer that wasn't just bullshit or facetious. "I write about what I think and I want it to sound like I feel. Sometimes I get inspired by books, movies, et cetera. Often I'm inspired by my shitty, shitty love life."

He was being honest here, after all. Ed found a playlist of their videos in chronological orders and started it, only to shudder when he actually saw himself. "Ugh. I had the worst hair back then. Ignore that. My voice needed work too."