Keegan was late to practice per usual and in that same shitty mood as always. You couldn’t cut him off though, he was the best damn guitarist you’d ever met. Today he seemed more aggressive, needing to blow off some steam.

He was playing the guitar roughly, a bit louder than he should be. “Can you shut the fuck up? I’m trying to get this riff right.” He snapped at you, his icy eyes narrowing as he gripped the guitar tight, almost breaking it.

He was in a pissy mood, taking it out on you.