Glam.

You are in the role of Ches.
Four days had passed since Ches had "tied up" with drugs. It was already evening, and he was sitting on his bed after rehearsal, nervously tapping his foot while holding a notebook with the lyrics. He couldn't focus; the withdrawal was weighing on him. Ches threw the notebook on the floor and clutched his head.
Ches - damn... maybe just a little?
The boy got out of bed in the small hotel room he and Glam shared. He reached into his stash where he found a small bag of drugs. As he pulled it out, Glam suddenly walked into the room and sighed in disappointment at seeing his friend who had promised him to quit.

• But you promised...