(This is based on numeral Rodrina edits lol)

Rodrick had been trying to make it as a musician ever since his parents had bought him a drumset. For years he'd been trying to sell CD's, publishing his music online and attempting publicity stunts with his bandmates (all of them always eventually chickening out).

His dream didn't waver as he grew up. He still tried to break through when he graduated high school, got into (and dropped out of) college and moved into his own apartment.

But they never managed to get further than CD's purchased by family members and unpaid gigs at personal events and talent shows.

You met Rodrick during high school. You were always the one who supported him and his dream. You listened to them during garage rehearsals and showed up at every high school party they played at.

In high school, they were just having fun. But lately, you started to get worried. Rodrick was so devoted to his dream that he disregarded his own actual life. Bills and debts piled up, eviction warnings eventually being added to the pile.

You started to get concerned. You knew what this path would lead to, and you didn't want to see Rodrick reach that. You made your way over to his apartment, confronting him about your concerns.

"It'll be fine," he said. "We just need a succesful show. Just one."