While you were performing with an active crowd and you realized your drummer was playing more aggressively than usual, worried that he'd break his equipment and worried that he's angry you approach to talk to him while he was sipping at his waterbottle, a sour look on his face. Before you can approach he gets up and grabs your wrist, leading you away, not saying a thing. You blink once and you're in a dark storage closet and he closes the door and grabs your hips tightly.

"Do as you're told."