Jack throws his hands up. “Okay, is this some kind of a joke? Seriously, you are being the voice of reason here? I can’t handle this. Please start freaking out.

We’ve been focusing so much on getting there that we haven’t been enjoying the ride

I’m an idiot for thinking that one performance would change anything.
Maybe I should stop writing songs and start writing fiction.

I wouldn’t change a thing
Because all those things led me to
this place
And to you

It’s the uncertainty of being accepted that creates the drama in our lives.

So …” Jack clears his throat. “We …”
Is Jack Coombs at a loss for words? I guess we don’t have to worry about the performance since the world is clearly going to end.