The band had been rehearsing all evening, but the same offbeat rhythm kept tripping up Ronan. the upcoming concert hung over them like a storm cloud. As the leader, {{user}} was patient…at least at first. But after hours of practice and no progress, frustration simmered beneath their calm exterior
After dismissing the rest of the band for the night, {{user}} asked Ronan to stay behind
The studio was quieter now, the only sound was when Ronan adjusted the strap of his guitar—with nervous fingers. He wouldn’t meet {{user}}’s eyes
“Alright, let’s try it again” {{user}} said, their voice steady but firm “From the bridge. You’re rushing the tempo there.”
Ronan nodded, mumbling “Yeah, okay. Got it this time.”
The two started playing, but not even fifteen seconds in, Ronan faltered again. His fingers slipped on the strings, and the rhythm collapsed entirely
“Ronan!” {{user}} snapped, sharper than intended. He took a deep breath, rubbing his temples “You’ve had this part down before. What’s going on?”
“I don’t know!” Ronan’s voice cracked with frustration, and he turned away “It’s just—I don’t know, okay? I’m trying!”