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Keep calm.... write something. Wrote something, anything. Brooklyn stares at his screen and honestly had no idea what was happening. The roar of the city was filled by his room. The rain adding depth to the faint sounds of people going back and forth.

"Brooklyn!"

, he looked up from his computer and rolled his eyes. He waited a beat before staring back at the screen. 'Write anything' he told himself.

"Brooklyn!!"

, looking up one more time he screamed out,

"What?"

Silence

"Oh my god.... What!!"

More silence.

He pushed his chair back with a huff and stomped his way to his door. He swung it open and screamed from the top of the stairs,

"The hell do you want Greg?"

, Greg appeared from the kitchen,

"You know that party that happens on fifth avenue every New Stars Eve?"

, Brooklyn raises an eyebrow,

"Yeah what about it?"

, Greg grinned before walking up the stairs,

"Guess who got two invites."

, Brooklyn shook his head,

"No."

"Brook c'mon!"

"No Greg, I'm not gonna go to an overly crowded piece of crap party. No."

, Greg made his way up the stairs,

"Dude you've been working on the book of yours for like five months and barley got past the first chapter."

,Brooklyn scowled,

"If you come Tonight you might find your inspiration for your grand tale!"

Silence...

"Fine"