The best part of deciding your own work hours was that you could take the tube when it wasn't all too crowded. That was at least Draco's favourite part of it. Sure, it was also nice that he was his own boss, except for his manager, of course, but she usually let him do whatever he wanted to do. He was the star after all, at least that was what she always said.<br/>He didn't really feel like a star, as he was holding on tightly to the pole on the tube, not wanting to be knocked over by the sudden starts and stops. He was deep in thought, humming softly along to music in his head. He wished that he had his guitar, but his manager had told him to stop bringing it everywhere, seeing as he might break it, and it apparently was part of his image. He didn't understand even half of the things she told him, but he knew that it usually was better to just listen to her, and do as she said. It usually ended better that way.<br/>Draco liked taking the tube, seeing as it always offered him new inspiration for songs. He liked looking at people, and making up stories about where they were going, and what they might be going through in their life. It was his number one reason to even use public transport in the first place, and it was also what he was doing on that exact trip. His fingers was softly tapping the pole he was holding on to, and he was humming softly, trying to think of lyrics in his head that would match the melody.