Two more days later.
When the TV show of the Californian Young Star contest aired its premiere, Tristan and Nelson gathered together at Tristan's flat to watch it—but mostly to just hang out with beer and pizza.
They both were sprawled on the couch, watching Angelo perform his insane two-keyboard-song. When the music ended and the host began talking again, Nelson turned to Tristan.
"And he suggested that you two form a band? You know, Tris… That doesn't seem like such a bad idea, no? It would be like making a band out of, um… Beethoven and Mozart! Absolute domination!"
Tristan scoffed and sipped some beer.
"Don't you start, Nel…"
"Alright, alright. Listening to all the band drama on music news, I get why you don't want it."
"If I'd make a band with anybody, it'd be you, Nel. But I don't want to." He paused. On the screen, the show switched to ads. "Anyway, how's that album of yours going? Did you finish the last song you planned?"
