It was gonna be a big night for the band, The Squad already got prepared to go on stage. The drums, guitars, bass and microphone were already set up.

"I'll be right there..."

He calls to Prosciutto as he leaves. He then sits on the bench, sighing to himself. He was having a pulsing headache from all the things that happened these last months...the struggles with debt, the struggles mentally...

He didn't have any medicine with him either, nor would he admit to the other members he wasn't doing fine at all...so he just sat there.

It was at that moment, one of the workers backstage, {{user}}, saw him clutching his head, trying not to have a breakdown right before the show would start...