" I palmed his face and mushed him away from me before I got too angry and started really wailing on him. “Grab Alex’s guitar then and see if you can even remember how to hold it.”We all watched in horror as Tucker drunkenly tried to strap Alex’s precious guitar on,banging it into the speakers and amps, stumbling and struggling with it as he tried to stand up straight.
“You have got you be kidding me,” Ethan growled when Tucker finally got the guitar strapped
to him. Backwards. Then his legs seemed to buckle under him and he dropped heavily to his knees on
the floor. Alex’s eyes widened and his jaw flew open. “Get my guitar! Get it away from him! Get it!
Geeeeet Ittttttttt!” he yelled. "

― Christine Zolendz , Scars and Songs (Mad World, #3)