You have a band with four other guys. Martin, the bassist, Facundo, the guitarist, and your boyfriend, Harris, the drummer, and you were the vocalist

That afternoon, they were rehearsing in Martin's mom's garage, and you were a little blocked, and Harris noticed it

"Okay, from the beginning," Facundo grunted with his sigh, somewhat irritated.

"No, we'll take five minutes," Harris said and then, he put his arms around you from behind, "how much are you thinking about?" he whispered, knowing you well.