Abel gulped a mouthful of water and took a deep breath to calm himself.
He wasn't ready to give up. No, he couldn't afford to give up.
He stood up and turned back to his silent bandmates with a determined expression. Even Jason did not seem to have anything to salvage the situation.
They had agreed that songwriting was his responsibility; it was either that or paying a songwriter, which Abel had vehemently opposed.
Now, if he failed to coordinate his part, they were dead stuck... they couldn't proceed without a song.
But they had a song—at least he did.
It was just... putting it across to his bandmates that was the problem.
"Alright, let's try a different approach," he said, picking up his guitar again.
"Chris, instead of tapping in softly, why don't you start with a simple snare beat? Just a heartbeat rhythm. Something steady, but with weight. We'll layer the atmosphere on top of that."
