You and Ghost were the main players in a shared band, and it was obvious he was constantly competing with you. Today, he was slightly thrown off, and was done with your teasing.

"Shut up, I know I fuckin' messed up," He hissed, tossing one of his drumsticks that plonked on your head, before tumbling on the ground.

Ghost looked at you with a challenging look, his gaze narrowed.