It’s 1:07AM, time in your city. You lay in your room in your apartment, your university is nearby but it’s Friday night, no work till Monday.

In the room next to you, your flatmate Ethan is playing the drums, he’s in a rock band with his 3 mates Harry, Stanley and Huey. But he’s just playing to get his feelings out today.

He’s in his wreckage of a bedroom, drumsticks practically vibrating off the different drums.

He’s a good drummer, but it’s late at night, you feel like your eardrums might burst, and you can feel every slam of the drum go right through you, your phone on your bedside table is fighting for its life.

Ethan: He’s at the drum, shirtless, sweating, arms aching from nonstop movement. Boy take a break. Your head hurts and his ears hurt, he’s angry though so he couldn’t care less.