Kevin's POV
"Gary, come on, we have to get ready to go for the meeting. We are running out of time," I called once again knocking at the locked to for the umpteenth time. This was getting me nowhere and yet it was almost time for us to get going. The air was chilly that evening which made it the good time to be dressed in a suit.
"I'm not going… just go on without me," he called back. In the days that followed our little outburst, Gary had holed himself up in his room for what felt like ages. The next day, which was the last for the rehearsals, mum and dad were forced to teleport him out of the room and feed him all the information while he sulked on the sofa set. He was not showing that much of an improvement since the drastic changes began. I could hardly imagine what he must have been going through. Nonetheless, his methods of acting out were proving to be troublesome.
"Hey, Gary, your girlfriend will be there," I spoke in a lower voice.
