Part 1

It was one of the rare days I came home earlier than usual. Santa wasn't home yet, he'd been working on a new song with his bandmates from Jasp.er and then had dance practice.

I wanted to use my free time for something I enjoyed, so I went out and spent the whole afternoon in my garage modifying and maintaining the cars I owned and loved. I even took some photos and posted them on my social media accounts to cheer up the fans who always loved our updates. The likes and comments on the pictures started burning my phone. I laughed, silenced it, and went to shower. I ate a light dinner and sent a text to Santa. He didn't reply. I knew he was going to be late, but I still hoped we could spend some time together.

I entered my music room and my eyes roamed across all my guitars displayed in the glass showcase. I grabbed the black one, sat down, and played a little. A couple of days ago I had posted a video of me playing "Oy Oy" by Jae Danuphol on my Tyler guitar and the fans went crazy. They always loved my guitar skills. But I chose that song because of the lyrics, lyrics for Santa. To make a statement. Sometimes I wished I had more time for playing and recording more videos of songs that were meaningful to me.