Chris and Nick were in the studio packing their things while Tyler sat at the piano. He barely touched the keys or tapped his feet on the pedals. He was sad, very sad.

When Chris saw that Tyler looked up to him, he snarled and went back to packing. Tyler looked back down to the white and black keys on his favorite instrument.

At night, Tyler said goodbye to Chris and Nick. However, Chris didn't leave right away, he still had something to say to his ex boss.

"I enjoyed sharing my talent with you Tyler." He said. "But our purpose in this band, it's very unnatural."

"What we did was natural." Tyler said. "But I respect your opinion, and I wish you a lot of luck in the world."

Chris nodded, along with Nick. The two boys walked out of the studio, got into their car, and left. Tyler stood outside; watching. He didn't even wave to them. He felt like they've disrespected him for his career. He's been suicidal as a teen and now he wants to help people, and they hated him for it.

Tyler sat at home in his room while his brother Zack slept through the night. He researched all through the internet to find a suitable drummer and basest for the band. However, when he took what he thought were the right turns, each of them failed. Before he could give up, he unexpectedly got a text message from Chris.