Kellin Quinn and Vic Fuentes had been friends since they were teenagers, bonding over their love for music and the desire to create something meaningful. They had played countless shows together and shared countless stories, but as they got older, their relationship grew more complicated.

One night, after a particularly rowdy show, Kellin found himself standing on the edge of a Jersey bridge, staring down at the water below. Vic was right beside him, a worried look on his face.

"Dare me to jump?" Kellin asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Vic shook his head. "No way, man. That's not funny."

Kellin didn't smile. "I'm not joking. I'm so sick of this. The red lights, the drinks, the drama. It's all so fucking pointless."

Vic put a hand on Kellin's shoulder. "Hey, come on. We've been through tough times before. We can get through this too."

Kellin sighed. "I know. It's just...I don't know if I want to keep doing this. Being in a band, touring, it's all so exhausting. And the thing I love the most, making music, it just brings me pain. I don't know if it's worth it anymore."

Vic looked at Kellin with a mix of sadness and determination. "Don't give up, man. We've come too far to just throw it all away. We'll figure this out together."

Kellin nodded, tears welling up in his eyes. "You're right. I don't want to die. I want to live like a king someday, without all this bullshit dragging me down."

Vic smiled. "Then let's make that happen. Let's start a new revolution. Let's scream until there's nothing left."

Kellin grinned back at him. "You want a martyr? I'll be one."

And with that, they raised their hands and let out a primal scream, feeling the weight of the world lift off their shoulders. They knew it wouldn't be easy, but they were ready to face whatever came their way, together.