I staggered down the short hallway of my apartment, leaning against the wall. I had slept, but I still had no energy. My parents and I had gotten into a huge argument the night before over my insistence on sticking with this band. Every chance I got, I took a show. Hardly anyone showed up, and we barely made any cash off of them. I had no rent money, and I knew that things had to change soon.<br/><br/>We weren't a bad band... We were just... I don't know. For some reason, we had no fans, and of course there was no way we could afford to pay for endorsement or advertising.<br/><br/>Honestly, as I sat against my apartment's wall, I felt like giving up. I had to think of something to pick myself back up. I quickly decided I had to talk to the others, especially... her. She knows exactly how I feel.