• musicians: stop illegally downloading our music we're broke
• kids: but we're broke too

“Gale!” I shout. He stops in his tracks but doesn’t turn around. I hurry my pace so I can get closer to him before he starts running or something. “Gale,” I’m panting by the time I get to him. “I’m trying. Okay? I’m trying.”

“Not hard enough,” he forces out through clenched teeth. {x}