NASH'S POV:

Creed plays us the song that he wrote yesterday, and I'm floored. It's far too serious to be something Creed has written.

"Are you sure you wrote this?" Ziggy asks, apparently I'm not the only one who finds it hard to believe.

Creed only smiles, leaning back in his seat. Smug bastard.

Rigby hands us each a sheet of music. Automatically I pick up the base and begin to play my part, acquainting myself with the sequence of notes. It seems simple ...