“Sometimes I wonder why the fuck I’m here.”

“Why is that?”

“I dunno…I feel like I shouldn’t be here.”

“Nick, shutup.”

“No…I…you wouldn’t understand, Justin.”

“Why?”

“Because you were born to do this.”

*Silence*

“Yeah, that’s what I though.”

“You wanna know something?”

“Sure.”

“Promise you won’t laugh.”

“Swear.”

“My life is pointless…”

“Why?”

“What do I do. I get up sing and dance. Get off. Walk backstage. Fuck a girl. Go to sleep. Occasionally eat.”

“And?”

“Everyone dies alone Nick…everyone…”

“Just…”

“I mean some people they die alone, but others they die and live alone.”

“I live alone…I’ll die alone.”

*Silence*

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”