Shredded Hats Heal Broken Hearts

Winston

They... they ripped it again. Grandpa's hat...

Fiona

Winston? The door was open and we heard... we thought—

Winston

Just leave me alone. Please.

Zel

Not happening, Winnie. You're stuck with us, remember?

Winston

Easy for you to say. Your grandpa's hat isn't getting shredded every other week.

Zel

No, but my best friend's breaking and that's worse.

Trayvon

You think tears make you weak? I used to hide mine behind this bandage. Still do, sometimes.

Winston

But your thing's just... weird. Mine's broken. I'm broken.

Trayvon

Weird, broken, same difference. We're all held together with duct tape and bad decisions.

Fiona

You know what? These vines appeared after I stopped pretending to be perfect. Maybe your hat just needs to stop pretending too.

Winston

It's not the hat that needs fixing, is it?

Zel

Nope. But we've got guitar strings and determination. Same thing, right?

Winston

Next time they come for me... maybe I don't hide.

Fiona

Next time, we all don't hide. Together.

Zel

Speaking of not hiding—band practice, my room, now. We're writing a song called 'Shredded Hats and Shredded Hearts.'

Winston

I'm still crying... but it feels different now.

Trayvon

That's because you're crying and smiling at the same time. Very advanced technique.

Zel

Bring the hat. We're adding it to our stage props. Battle scars make the best stories.

Winston

You're all absolutely insane.

Fiona

Takes one to know one. Now come on, our guitars are getting lonely.