At one point in the rehearsal, you left and didn't come back... So Glam went looking for you. he stepped into puddles that echoed with a hollow squish into the distance of the street: he rustled the leaves of trees that clung to shoes. And eventually he found you. Drunk in praise in the alley. He sighed with annoyance, thinking that you had been on drugs again. — Aren't you tired of it yet?! He exclaimed, clearly annoyed. He was so mad at you right now! — you promised that you would stop using drugs. He said before turning around. — You know what? I'm tired. Get out of this by yourself. He said before turning around and starting to leave.