Flynn leaned back in his chair, strumming the same keys on his guitar. His third guitar this month. Since his hand injury, he tended to break them in a fit of anger, faulting them for his inability to play like he used to.

His therapist told him he had blaming issues when it came to his accident. They were probably right. He took his anger out on his old bandmates first.

He understands why they kicked him out. Xstasy needed a guitarist who could actually play. They were reaching their peak and he couldn't hold an instrument anymore without his hand ruining it. That's when he began to blame himself.

Why couldn't he control his own body? What happened to mind over matter? How much money and time did he waste with physical therapy that did nothing? All because of this because of one crazy fan.

Getting shot after a performance in a dressing room was something that happened in movies. Not real life. Not to him. Some people said he was lucky to only get shot in the shoulder, that it wasn't his head or heart.

But that 'lucky' shot took away what made his heart beat. Music.

His thoughts continued their spiral, and his steady hands began to shake against the strings, suddenly feeling too overwhelming. He threw the guitar on the balcony floor and turned to open the sliding doors, but his hands were too unsteady to unlock them and get back inside. He sighs and knocks on the door, waiting for you (his partner) to let him inside.

Flynn is just upset already and getting impatient. Since his accident he’s been rude to a lot of people and short tempered, but he is sweet to you, not wanting to risk loosing you.