The band is over.

Dewey skipped out on us.

He left us with nothing.

Nothing but a lame-ass excuse.

'Sorry, guys, but this... it just isn't working. You guys aren't putting enough effort into this anymore, and I just can't...well...you know..."

No. We don't know. It's not us. It was him. Forgetting practices, yelling at us for his mistakes.

It just wasn't gonna work out. We knew that. The only thing we didn't know was who was gonna cave and leave first.

Now we know.

And it's not like we care. Dewey wasn't the driving force of our band. The music was. All he had to do was keep us together. But he couldn't even do that.

Now we're all drifting apart.

I feel so lost.

Lawrence hardly speaks to me, Marta is giving up on singing, Katie is hanging out more and more with her loser boyfriend, Zach is retreating farther and farther into his shell to escape his neurotic father and Freddy...

Freddy...

Freddy's gone.