McLennon4ever

 The last weak rays of light shone down between the gaps in the canopy of maroon and crimson that stretched over Syd's head. He sat on the sidewalk, grinning at the sky, as Roger sat sullenly next to him. They were in the middle of a park, alone with the exception of a particularly vocal blue jay that sat in the tree above them. "So..." he muttered, "...what are we doing?" "Nothing," Syd replied, laughing. "If we ever want to do anything, we must be experts at doing nothing." Roger sighed. Syd had agreed to aid him in his songwriting, though it seemed as if they were getting absolutely nowhere, and this frustrated Roger to no end. "H