Chapter 9        

        My band was playing a show the next night at club about an hour north of Berkley. Sarah really wanted to go, but I didn’t want her to go at all. She was upset about it and with good reason. She’s never seen my band play. She’s my girlfriend. And more importantly: Why didn’t I want her to be there?

        I told her I would be too nervous if she was there. I told her it was more of a "guys" night. I told her a lot of things, but none of them we. . .

Chapter 9        

        My band was playing a show the next night at club about an hour north of Berkley. Sarah really wanted to go, but I didn’t want her to go at all. She was upset about it and with good reason. She’s never seen my band play. She’s my girlfriend. And more importantly: Why didn’t I want her to be there?

        I told her I would be too nervous if she was there. I told her it was more of a "guys" night. I told her a lot of things, but none of them we. . .

"Josh? You ready?", It was a cold Friday morning, we were moving to New York because of my old man’s work, I, of course, were opposed to this, as I were leaving my childhood behind.

"Josh? We’ve got to go now, honey!", I said one last goodbye to my old room, "I’m coming mom!", I closed the door behind me and left our house.

As I was walking towards the car, with only my backpack as my luggage, someone shouted at me, "No! Don’t go, Josh!", a girl said to me, while tears are flowing. . .