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He had an old friend who didn't have the same talent, but he was always there by his side, accompanying him, when he would present, he played the drums, but he didn't have the same talent.

- What are you looking for? – He questioned him.

- The music falls from the sky. Josh said.

At that time, when he was returning by car with a group of friends, leaving each of them at their homes, only his friend was left, who at that time, punched him, forcing him to stop the car.

- What do you want...? – He questioned him..., to be punched and his face being punched towards the steering wheel,

Being that they came after yet another cancelled show, where he cancelled in the middle of the stage, coming down from there, just walking away, whereupon he couldn't finish even one song.

At that time, with the stage, in the crowded audience, he didn't have the desire for a large audience, he didn't know how to deal with success, he felt the weight, he didn't want his fame, he wanted music.