“That kick hurt man. That hurt a lot.”

He stands up. He glares at the man, as if he’s very angry at him. He pats some dust off his pants.

“So if I join you, then I can stop those guys who are messin’ with my head?”

He pauses for a moment, remembering the fateful day where he messed up his band’s biggest gig. The gig where they would’ve gotten famous. He yearns for the day when he can finally hold a drumstick properly again. And this is his only choice.

“Well, I guess I have no choice. I’m in, old man.”