By the time breakfast arrived, the two bands had settled into a semi-functional seating arrangement. Mathias laughed at something Skylar said before Tyler slapped something bright pink on the table in front of him.
Mathias blinked, looking at the neon pink sticky note. One word was scrawled across it in neat handwriting: STUDIO.
Mathias blinked again, looking up at Tyler, raising a brow.
"Mathias." Tyler pointed at the sticky note. "What is this?"
"Uh," Mathias leaned back, tilting his head to the side. "A note…?"
"No, Mathias, this is not a note," Tyler groaned. "This is one word."
Luca peered at the sticky note as Mathias once again looked between the pink slip of paper and Tyler. "...It conveys information," Mathias said, "Therefore, it is a note."
"Mathias… NO," Tyler said, his voice pitching slightly. "It conveys nothing. It's one word."
"Technically," Skylar leaned forward slightly. "A note only needs written content-"
