Micky walked out of the studio. "Another day another fight." He thought. It seemed like everyday the guys would get into some pointless fight which made Micky feel helpless trying to stop. He could never handle fights and the ones with the guys had been getting worse and worse.

He got into his car and started to drive home. He turned on the radio and a Monkees song came on. "Oh not now!" He yelled and turned the station. The Beatles started playing and he switched it again. He wasn't in the mood for pop and then realized he wasn't even in the mood for Blues or anything else that came on. He switched the radio of frustrated.

He watched the road lost in thought. 'Maybe things would be better if I wasn't here' he thought, 'wait where did that come from?' He questioned himself and kept the argument going in his head. 'Well no one cares if you're there are not, fights would still happen, records would still be made, you just wouldn't get in the way anymore.' 'Wait come on I can't now I haven't done anything.' 'Done anything? What's there to do? You're stuck in this fake world you've created around yourself. This is what you've done and it's all you're going to do'

Micky stopped 'what am I doing?' He wondered 'I think I've finally fallen into the abyss of insanity