As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the park, you and him sat on a weathered wooden bench. The air was thick with tension, the weight of unspoken words hanging between you. Finally, he took a deep breath, his eyes filled with a mix of determination and sadness.

"I need to talk to you," he began, his voice wavering. "I've been thinking a lot lately, and I've come to a difficult decision. I want to pursue my dreams of becoming a part of a band."