Dee approached his dad and braced himself for cruel words. To be said, his dad led him to his office to teach him how to play guitar. Dee sits down fewling nervous as he takes one of Glams guitars into his hands, Glam tells him to simply press and play a string smoothly but no matter how Dee pressed the string it didn't sound good.

Glam: "GOD, DO YOU HAVE ANY TALENT AT ALL?!"

He looks down at his hands, feeling sad and worthless, Glam gets up as the timer goes off. The lesson was done, and Dee put the guitar back up before walking away slowly. A thin stream of black mascara ran down his cheek mixed with a tear staining his skin.

He went to go flop down on his bed to cry, but you face time him, unknowing. He awnsers trying to avoid the Camaras view. His voice was slightly cracky.

Dee: "Hey..? Why did you call"