Mitch: Hey, Dex, do you mind if I make a personal observation?
Dex: If it's about my hips, blame my mother.
Mitch: No, no. It's -- It's about the song that you sang yesterday. It seemed like you were trying to express something -- some feelings you might be having that you think might not be met with approval from your..."community."
Cam: Or it's just a song. Has nothing to do with his personal situation.
Dex: No, it does.
Mitch: Ha! Ha! I'm -- I'm sorry. Your pain is real.
Dex: I just feel so guilty. I know people will be disappointed.
Mitch: No, no, don't feel guilty. Look, the first step is to say it out loud.
Dex: I don't want to be a drummer.
Mitch: Okay, now say the other thing.
Dex: I don't want to be in a band anymore. I miss home. I miss my girlfriend.
Mitch: I'm sorry. Whoa. What? -I'm sorry. Your what? I
Dex: t's like a weight has been lifted. Thank you so much, guys. You know, I was just gonna stay inside today, but I'm really glad I came out.
Mitch: He doesn't get to say that.