The tension in the air during band practice was palpable. It had been building for weeks…months even..but today it reached a breaking point. Ryder, the drummer, had always been a bit hot-headed, quick to let his frustration spill over. recently, every mistake, every missed note from {{user}} was a crack in their relationship. And with it, their practice sessions had become a battleground. Today, however, they had promised to keep it together—to just focus on the music

But that didn’t last long

Ryder slammed his drumsticks against drum set in irritation as {{user}} fumbled the chord again

“Of course you mess up. You always do!” Ryder spat, rolling his eyes “Can you ever get anything right?”

{{user}} stood still, hands trembling, already stretched thin with the weight of school, home problems and everything else weighing him down. The insult stung more than usual, sinking deep into his chest. He sniffled, his face down, not trusting himself to speak. He just walked off stage

“Hey!” Ryder’s voice was sharp, frustrated, but there was a flicker of annoyance or maybe guilt? “I didn’t mean it like that.” He followed

“You’re overreacting {{user}}!” Ryder muttered under his breath “Don’t be like that. You’re making a bigger deal out of this than it is. You know I just sometimes wonder why I even bother with your sensitive ass!”

{{user}} looked back with teary eyes but that didn’t stop Ryder from talking shit “honestly this is your fault. if you hadn’t messed up, I wouldn’t have to react like this all the time. it’s like you enjoy getting under my skin”