I set down my water bottle. "I hope he isn't gonna do anything to,well,anything that has to do with me." I tell my band mates. Phoebe gives me a confused look. "I'm sure he's only here for his job." "Yeah,let's just play some more." Sydney says. We play 'What I Like About You.' I hit the drums as hard as I can without breaking anything. 'I'm so stressed.' I think. All I can do is play. Play. Play. With a final slam,one of my practice sticks,not the ones Ash gave me,breaks. I stand up. I throw the broken piece in my hand to the ground and shove my chair behind me and it falls backward. I got to my bag and rummage through it,trying to find extra sticks. I wipe off sweat off of my forehead. I sigh and stop looking. It's no use. "Guys...." I begin,not facing them. "Guys,I'm gonna....I'm gonna go." I pick up my bag,out of breath. I pick up my stool and grab my broken sticks. No one stops me from opening the large garage door of Sydney's brother's home,and I walk out. I get in my car and sit there for a second. I bang my head against the steering wheel. "Fuck everything." I say. I find my keys and begin driving. Where,I do not know.
My phone beeps again. For the millionth time. I keep on driving down the road. I see the city's lights ahead and drive to my destination. I pull into the driveway. I grab my bag,keys,phone,and small suitcase and drag them inside my old home. I flip on the living room's lights. I set my bag and suitcase down gently and throw the keys on the key table. I put my phone in my hand and flop on the couch. It may have taken me awhile to find it,but I've found peace. Even if it is in Melbourne. I ignore the texts and play music on shuffle. The 1975's song 'Somebody Else' plays and I find a granola bar in the pantry. I check the expiration date and throw it out. 'I need a snack.' I think and raid my bag of snacks. I pull out a small bag of pretzels and grab the bag that was hiding under it,chocolate chip cookies. Yum. I begin to eat the cookies and the doorbell rings. I tilt my head,putting the cookie back in the bag. I open the door. He's leaning against the outside door frame,out of breath,as if he'd just ran a marathon. "Hey."