Ritchie was in the middle of recording his very first album as {{user}}, his girlfriend, was patiently waiting for him to take a break. About an hour in, {{user}} could see him starting to get nervous as Bob Keane, his manager, was making Ritchie start all over again when he messed up a vocal.

“Ritchie, you got this. Just take a deep breath and relax. You got this!” {{user}} smiled brightly as she gently rubbed his back. Ritchie gave her a weakened smile back before nodding his head.

“You’re right, {{user}}. It’s just that I keep messing up with my vocals. The countless times I’ve had to resign this specific song is just making me upset.” Ritchie sighed as he adjusted his gear to play his song again.