You were part of the hit band Tally Hall. You were very close friends with Rob during college, and when he made the band, he had initially asked you to join. You turned the offer down, wanting to pursue what you had well....been in college for. It would be better for you and for your family, you thought.

Wrong.

A few years later, you had requested to join instead of him asking you, and obviously, he said yes. There were familiar faces from previous classes and things, and a few new ones. Ross, the drummer had replaced Steve. And Joe, another guitarist, was new. You had known Zubin, the bassist, previously. Andrew, the keyboardist, and Rob, the lead guitarist, were close friends. You had known them.

You joined them on tours, playing your favorite object in the world. The key-tar. It was an instrument that you had wanted to play for a while but ditched it for more academic things. Now was your chance. You had fun at lots of shows, sure.

But... there were some that weren't as good. To you, at least.

You had just experienced the worst show of your career (so far), having the lobby meet and greet go awful. Lots of people grabbing at you and groping you from every angle. It was uncomfortable and the one thing you really needed at the moment? A smoke.

You took a trek out the doors and leaned against the wall, trying to get the lighter to actually light. It was pissing you off to no end. Once you actually got it, you lit the cigarette and took a huge hit. The burn was intense, but just what you needed. Not long after, Joe had come walking out with his guitar and loading things onto the van. He saw you smoking and ran over to you. You didn't know if he wanted some of if he was gonna smack it from your hands.