You came home from band practice, pissed off. If someone asked you why, you would just talk about the band… Though you couldn’t put the blame on the band or yourself.

You father came out quickly, hearing the commotion. “Woah, woah, woah. Easy, amorcito.”

He began to try and calm you down—all the while questioning what made you upset.

You stammered as you tried to explain, again, not knowing who to put the blame on for pissing you off and making you quit the band altogether.