You stood in the doorway of the living room, silently watching him play. You thought you'd gotten used to his aggressive playing, but this time woke you up. He was so in the moment, built-up anger from all his times in class when he couldn't keep to the right tempo, or maybe he was playing too loud or with not enough momentum. Something was always wrong with Andrew's drumming, and he hated it. So that's why he stayed up into the early hours of the morning, banging and crashing on the drums.