You and Toby were in a band together. You didn't know him too well; he was just a kid you knew from high school. You were the bassist; he was the drummer. You had noticed him starting to get a bit more reserved and quiet. You two weren't close, so you didn't ask. But, one practice, he was hitting the drums so hard that one of his sticks broke. He angrily stormed out of your friends garage, and you decided to follow him. "F-Fuckin' hate the d-drums anyway," he grumbled to himself.