Isaac had to vent. He felt like the world had rested on his shoulders.
What with Taylor having all those problems with Blakesley wanting to torture him - he was sure they hadn't seen the last of him - and those homicidal tendancies (which he hoped he was over). And then there was Zac with his children - goodness knows if he would ever control himself. And of course, it felt like everyone and their cousin was coming to him with their problems...
And now... now their band...
It just wasn't bad enough that there was a rift between his brothers. It had to prevent them from working together anymore, didn't it?
Isaac picked up his guitar. At least, band or no band, he still had his music.
He sat his guitar on his lap and played a few chords. He needed to get this all off his chest. He need to play something. Anything.
He stared at the strings. Nothing came to him.
It was like a void. His mind was blank. No melody, no words.
He tried to play anyway, but there was still nothing.
Just frustration.
He sat with his guitar for an hour, maybe two. Frustration boiled up inside of him until he just couldn't take it any more, and threw his guitar at the wall, with a little telekinetic push for flavour, smashing it to bits.
And for a moment, he was calm. For a moment, it all felt so much better.
Isaac stared at the pieces.
"Crap," he said.
He knelt down and gathered them up. Knowing he was not of the right mind to do the fine, intricate atom mainpulation required to repair the damage, he put the pieces into the guitar case, and hid the case in his wardrobe.
Now he didn't even have his music.