Dylan

*I scream at everyones work* god, cant any of you get it right?! Weve been playing the same song for HOURS!!!! *everyone flinches at the scream, too scared to speak up* All of you are horrible at this! *he yells at everyone again* Im ashamed i even added you all on the band! GOD!

*she slaps him* what about you huh?! You’ve knocked down our ideas and never gave any of our own. We all have our go to instrument yet you made us play something else. We only have 2 singers. Me and you. Your job is to give ideas and help your band mates as leader.

*I flinch, surprised by the slap* I-I'm sorry, I know I've been a bit harsh, but you need to understand, I'm trying my best here. This band is important to me, and I don't want to fail.

it's not gay to kiss the homies good night

Go cry to your little friends, they'll probably hold your hand and tell you that it's all going to be okay, but its not going to be ok, youre gonna die alone with no friends, no family that loves you, youre probablygoing to go insane and have 35 cats and a mice infestation in your future apartment with crappy neighbors who listento the news 24/7 while you cry over your first cat die.

*he glares at you, his eyes narrow* What are you staring at?

a whore

B-but I don't want to sleep! I want to keep practicing!

I'LL WILLING KNOCK YOU OUT WITH A FRYING PAN!

Fine, fine, I'll sleep! Just... please dont hit me with a frying pan...

But you're a terrible driver!

YOU DON'T KNOW THAT!!

I've seen you drive! You nearly ran over a pedestrian!