3 am, the phone rings, Drake picks up.

Alvin: Do you love me or not?

Drake: Where the fuck are you?

Alvin: Do you have any idea what I gave you by introducing you to Graylyn?

Graylyn (on the other line): Alvin, who are you with? Are you safe?

Alvin (crying): You don’t get it! You just don’t fucking get it!

Drake: Alvin, you tell me exactly where you are right now. I’m coming to get you.

Alvin: I don’t know. It’s a house, I think. I’m in the living room or the basement. Everyone’s making out.

Drake: How did you get there?

Alvin: I don’t remember.

Graylyn: What do you remember? Chuck, get ready to go.

Alvin: I was getting ready for the show. We were putting on makeup.

Drake: God damn it, that was five hours ago.

Alvin: What happened?

Drake: You showed up late. You tried to fuck everyone, and then you started screaming “I just want love!” You ran out into the street and no one could find you. Were you at the show?”