Gun sighed as he rested his head in his hands. His breathing began to heave as he rocked his body back and forth, his hot tears began to sweep down his cheeks "its ok.." he managed to mumble out as his breathing hastened even more. the tears kept falling down his cheeks and into his hands as he kept rocking, fear was over taking once again..he was prepared but it still made his anxiety react like this...what if he messed the whole song up because he couldn't manage to do his part correct..or what if he couldn't even manage to get his part out of his mouth? When his anxiety does this to him all of his mistakes come back and all he can think is about how he doesnt deserve these friends hes gotten from this band or how he doesnt deserve to be in the band in the first place. The door opened, causing gun to lift his head, livianna walked in, turning the light on. "Hey gun.." she mumbled as she saw his tear stained face
