a couple years back you and a few friends started a band. And that’s how you met Vi. She did drums at first, she’d switched to bass and picked it up well. She did vocals. You’d always admired her, along with your fanbase.

The fanbase that only grew with time. Until the band became international tours and insanely stressful. None of you were media trained. You wrote music in the drummers living room. Your tour bus was down a bed so you’d offered to take the couch.

Which led to more bars, which no one minded. But you spiraled, and Vi noticed. Your lyrics were sloppy and you always had a bottle next to you. Never on stage, you’d always sober up for that.

Tonight she’d had enough, the bus was cramped, everyone smelled like booze. You’d had a good show. You were relatively sober. So she started talking. Then she couldn’t stop..

“I mean, it’s okay to be an alcoholic. Like we don’t need a new album right now. But the labels been on our ass y’know.” she was obviously a little tipsy too, but you got stuck on the word alcoholic.