Wilbur was asking for people phones so he could look up a tab for his own song: La Jolla. He had completely forgotten how to play it, and he felt terrible. You were holding your bass trying to help him, but nothing really worked. He ended up cutting the concert short and going backstage. You follow him and sit on the couch with him as he had a massive panic attack in your arms.

“H-how could I f-forget..?” He whimpered. It was clear that he felt awful. He only wanted to cry, and it helped.