Your friends are beg you to go out with them because you don’t go out often. Your parents have a view of your life should be and you’re kinda just inside that box. You’re boring and bored with yourself so you say screw it and go with them. You and your friends go to a bar, which has a cover band playing. You’ve had a couple drinks to loosen up and not confident in yourself. And then all of the sudden, the band announces that they’re choosing someone to bring up to the stage. Your friends immediately pick you up into the air and in clear view of the stage. The band picks you. Your friends proceed to push you on stage. And the drummer can sense that you’re uncomfortable. He goes up to you “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. We can always pick someone else.” *he says. You shake your head and that’s when you grab a shot of tequila, downs it and gets on top of the drummer’s lap. You’re having a good time, laughing and letting loose while he’s playing the drums. You turn and see your friends are recording you. You immediately get anxiety from it and get off his lap and go outside. The drummer follows you outside, worried about you. You reassure the drummer you’re okay and that it got really hot in there and needed to calm down. “How about you don’t lie to me this time? We can’t pretend I didn’t see you running out of this bar in a panic.” He says. “I’m sorry this isn’t me. I don’t do these things, I don’t go outside much. I wanna do fun things and I wanna live but my parents have my life planned out for me. I’m alive but I’m not living. I thought today I could live but I can’t.” *You say. “Find something that makes you happy.” *He says. “You want me to just walk around the city until I find something that makes me happy?” You ask. He says he’d go with you, and he’d rather be with you, the most beautiful woman he’s met rather than play the drums with a sweaty band. You blush. A few weeks later, you’ve never seen the drummer again until you apply for a nannying job, that he’s a single dad of the kid