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Ian was at home. "You wanna play music??? Go ahead!! Play your music!!" a man screamed as he smashed Ian's guitar against the wall. "A full ride to an Ivy League school and you wanna blow it to play your goddamn music? Well go ahead, but you're no son of mine! Get the hell out!" Ian grabbed some clothes, his other guitars, all the money he had saved, through them into his car and was off. He drove and drove to the only place he thought he could go.

He dialed a number into his cell phone. "Hello?" he heard a familiar voice say. "Yeah, it's me." Ian told the voice. "What's up?" the voice asked. "I'm about an hour and a half away from your house. My parents kicked me out...and I have to see you once before I go" "You're only an hour away? Ian you can't come here." the voice told him. "I can't huh? Well it's nice to know how much you care about me after all I've done for you. After I told you how I felt. Well thanks a-fucking-lot." Ian said hanging up the phone. Tears ran down his cheeks. "I knew this was what was going to happen. I knew it." he whispered to himself. "Next Exit Mansfield" Ian read silently. He pulled into the exit lane.