Why did I say yes? Why hadn't I changed my mind and stayed with
the original idea? Why is he getting the wrong impression? Why
couldn't I have ditched my brother's band instead of staying? I
asked myself why over and over again, hoping I'd learn why.
Maybe I could live with this. I'd have to deal with it until
then. But they can't change my mind…  2 weeks earlier.  I sat in
the middle of my brother and one of his best friends, my knees
pulled up to my chest. I didn't want a new drummer. I liked our
old one better. He was mine. We dated for about a month then his
mom wanted to move(who knows why) away. I wasn't the only one
who was upset. My brother and the rest of the band was upset
too. I broke it off with Peter a few days before he moved just
so I wouldn't get my heartbroken. Sure I was upset about it all.
I cried myself to sleep countless nights. But I didn't want him
to break my heart. I only did it to be safe. He understood but
he didn't like it either.  "Rocky, hey." Jason said, waving his
hand in front