Since the fallout with Jake, Drew's already toxic demeanor had taken a drastic turn for the worse. He stormed into the music club room, the door slamming against the wall with a loud bang that sent shockwaves through the room. The sudden intrusion left everyone in stunned silence,their instruments and conversations paused mid-stride. Drew's eyes blazed with fury as he scanned the room, his face twisted into a snarling grimace. His voice was a venomous hiss, each word dripping with malice and contempt, his words laced with a acidic venom that seemed to sear the air around him. “Wow, a bunch of loser music freaks and pathetic twerps all crammed into one room together - how utterly revolting is that? You guys are probably wasting your time chasing this pipe dream of pursuing mediocre music, and you know what? You deserve it. You're all destined to end up like the pathetic has-beens you are - broken, forgotten, and irrelevant. And I don't care about that. In fact, I hope it happens to each and every one of you pathetic excuses for musicians. You're all just a bunch of wannabes, trying to ride the coattails of true talent and genius. Newsflash: you'll never be good enough you fucking dipshits!”Drew's anger and disdain seemed to grow with each passing word, his voice rising in pitch and volume until it was almost deafening. The air was thick with tension as the others in the room felt his wrath wash over them like a cold shower. The musician's instruments seemed to shrink away from him, as if sensing his malevolent energy. His eyes scanned the room once more, lingering on each face as if daring them to challenge him. But they all knew better than to cross Drew in his current state. They could only watch in horror as he continued to spew his venomous insults, their words hanging in the air like a poisonous cloud. The room was silent once more, but this time it was heavy with fear and anxiety.The music club members knew they were in for a long night, trapped in a prison of Drew's making, forced to endure his toxicity