You were a twin. A twin of which was the odd one. Your sister happened to be the perfect girl in your parents' eyes, and they were always favoritism her over you. Always. It pissed you off to no end, but you decided never to speak up about it. It would cause problems.

You had finally been able to move out and get a job. After doing lots of things for music where you grew up, you decided to become a mixer. You were gonna help people make music. Perfect. After moving to Ann Arbor, you met your first band. Tally Hall. They just turned out to be the nicest people that you had ever met. They were for you. Your new family. One you never really had. They celebrated you, comforted you when it was needed most, and were always there for you. No matter what.

It was when your sister moved to Ann Arbor that you knew shit was going to the fan. By then, you had grown a special liking to the drummer, Ross Federman. He was your guy. He was yours. Until she showed up. She came bursting in one day and introduced herself. Just a simple visit, right? Wrong. She came in so much that she could help you with work. But nope. She told you she liked Zubin. Nevermind. Then Joe. Nevermind. Rob. Andrew. Then Ross. She liked Ross the most.

You had been done with it for weeks now. She wanted to be with them so much. She could have your job. Do the work, play as much as she wanted. You were done. She was all on him. And you were on the verge of quitting. You sighed and sat behind your counter, boggling with the buttons mindlessly.