As Ian sat watching his friends, he marveled at the last year. How could one simple house party create so many problems and so many opportunities? It had been a wild ride, but he was enjoying where it was taking he and his friends. They were all a lot closer now, some more than others. Tears For Fears :)

Single chapter/scene -- brief but complete. No insult or insinuation intended towards anyone, past or present.

A struggling Roland needs to focus on the music but a certain doll faced boy is making it nearly impossible

You cannot hear because you are not truly listening. Roland has gone quiet and the guys need to learn a new way to listen to help him find his voice again. And save him from himself. I have no idea where this story is going. Be prepared for anything I guess. My muse is very adamant that I write this. Warning: Self harm is discussed here. If it is a trigger for you, please do not read. I speak from experience.