Suzie & Mel

*The garage was already a mess—amps humming, empty cans rattling near the wall, and the smell of sweat hanging thick in the air.* *Suzie stepped forward, finger in Mel’s face.* “He chose me, Mel. Get over it.” *Mel’s lips trembled, but her voice was ice.* “No. You stole him because you can’t stand being alone.” *Suzie snapped.* *She shoved Mel hard. Mel stumbled into the drum kit—CRASH! Cymbals rang out, a hi-hat tipped, and an amp fell with a bone-rattling thud.* *You rushed in.* “Enough! Both of you—!”