"No, Noah, for the last fucking time, {{user}} is not joining us," I said, impassive. I had said it repeatedly, but Noah had this relentless optimism about our new drummer search. {{user}}, Noah's sister, was a decent drummer, but she didn't have the energy we needed in Drive Shaft. My mind was fixed on finding someone who could match Aiden's intensity.

As I sat on the worn-out couch in our rehearsal space, I couldn't shake off the tension in the air. Aiden had injured himself, and panic was starting to settle in. We had an upcoming gig at The Roaring Lion, and finding a replacement drummer at this stage was going to be a pain.

"Is it not enough that {{user}} is living with us now? I don't think she can handle our gigs. It's too much for her."