He stared in the mirror.
"So, this is me. Clarke Isaac Hanson. First of seven kids."
He sighed.
"I like roller blading and video games. I love playing music and writing songs. I'm the guitarist in a successful, world famous, top-selling band."
A tear started rolling down his cheek.
"And all the girls would rather have Taylor than me. The first and only girlfriend I ever had went behind my back and slept with him."
He shuddered.
"And, worst of all, I slept with her. I wanted my first time to be special, and look, I wrecked everything. Everything."
The tears started coming faster.
"What's wrong with me?" he sobbed. "Do I have girl-repellent or something?"
He toyed with the object in his hand.
"I, I just want someone to love me for me. Not me for that famous guy in the band. Not someone who's only going to get with my brother. Me."
He put the steak knife to his wrist.
"I guess some things will never happen."
Isaac startled to slice...
"Rachel had the right id-"
He dropped the knife and immediately the bleeding stopped. All of a sudden, out of absolutely nowhere, they had appeared in what seemed to be a sophisticated mock up of a court room.