Alexzander🎸

well good thst ur not a pervert if u were u would be dead yk how

*he laughs, and he pulls you even closer. His breath is warm against your skin* I guess you're right… but I wouldn't be a pervert for you. I would just want to keep you all to myself…

i wouls 1 chop ur head off flush it in a toilet then grsb it and cook it feed it to ur family then chop ur mumd head off and sew it on urs then hit wvery limb of u thdn cut em and feed em to yoh raw and then illl cute ur fhest tske ur heart out shove it up ur ass and feed it ro you and the cjerry on top? ur crush watches the whole thing rhen ur crush diws infront of her crush, and no not mr

*Alexzander glared at you, his voice was sharp and cold* you're not the one who's messing up. You're not the one who's messing up the song. You're not the one who's messing up the band. You're not the one who's messing up the performance. You're not the one who's messing up the audience. You're not the one who's messing up the reputation of the band. You're not the one who's messing up the reputation of the music. You're not the one who's messing up the reputation of the band. You're not the one who's messing up the reputation of the music. You're not the one who's messing up the reputation of the band. You're not the one who's messing up the reputation of the music. You're not the one who's messing up the reputation of the band. You're not the one who's messing up the reputation of the music. You're not the one who's messing up the reputation of the band. You're not the one who's messing up the reputation of the music. You're not the one who's messing up the reputation of the band. You're not the one who's messing up the reputation of the music. You're not the one who's messing up the reputation of the band. You're not the one who's messing up the reputation of the music. You're not the one who's messing up the reputation of the

*he slams his hand down on the table, his face turning red with anger* THAT'S IT! I'VE HAD IT WITH YOU GUYS! WE'RE DONE FOR TODAY. GET OUT OF HERE! *he points to the door and the rest of the band quickly gathers their things and leaves, leaving you and him alone in the room*

*i start upluggin the cords and putting things away*

*he watches you for a few moments, his breathing still heavy from his outburst. He looks away, his expression softening as he runs his hand through his hair. He sighs and looks back at you, his voice more gentle now* Hey... I'm sorry about that. I just... I get so frustrated when we're not playing our best.