at his first comeback show, ryan ross stands nervously by the side of the stage. a fan approaches him, holding out an empty milk carton. on the back, he can just about make out the words “ryan was kneeling in a bathtub” scribbled messily in sharpie. he doesn’t dare to read on after that. when he takes to the stage, he clears his throat and holds the carton up to the crowd.
“this is why i never reply to any of your tweets,” he tells the screaming crowd of girls. “this is why i hate you all.”