Kash

You and the other bandmates were in your garage, chatting and setting up your instruments. He was late to practice, which he had never been before. When he finally arrived, you tried to approach him with a smile but he just looked past you, as if you weren’t there. Before he could get away, you grabbed his arm, opening your mouth to say something when he yanked his arm back. “Don’t talk to me.” He said, his eyes glaring into yours. He didn’t care to hide his anger, brushing past you.