DRUM ISOLATION (MATT STURNIOLO)
"Matt." Chris sat outside his door.
Nick was standing beside Chris.
You could still hear him playing the drums as loud as he could with the slight sound of sweater weather that he was blasting in his headphones to keep the beat. Nick knocked on his door.
"Matt it's not funny anymore what the fuck is wrong?" Said Nick.
"Dude are you okay?" Asked Chris, almost shouting.
They both knew he could hear them. Matt had been doing this self isolation thing for the last two days and only stopped playing the drums to sleep and only playing one song.
Inside, Matt sat on the stool at his drum kit. He kept playing like a song on loop.
Chris kicked at Matt's door and Nick put his hand on Chris' arm.
"Stop. He's not gonna answer."
"Nick get the fuck off me." Said Chris, plying Nick's hand off him.
"I'm calling Justin." Said Nick, walking away.
Chris stayed. He didn't kick at the door anymore he just sat outside like he had been doing earlier.
Matt wiped tears away from his eyes between every second hit of the drum sticks, sniffing but not loud enough for Chris to hear over the drums.
"Chris! Come here Justin wants to talk to you!" Called Nick.
"You're a good drummer." Sighed Chris, walking away from Matt's room.
Matt smiled but only slightly and for less than two seconds, blinking, letting more tears stream down his face and continued to play.
