"Do it, Michael! Stop being such a baby!" You teased Michael. You knew he hated it when you said things like that. "Fine," he gave in. He had said that he wanted to play Ashton's drums, and since Ashton was getting coffee, you thought this was the perfect time. You both knew how protective Ashton was about his drums. He sat down on the stool and started banging on the drums while you laughed. "Maybe you should stick to guitar!" You laughed. "Good idea," he said.