I was in a cover band for three years in high school, from the end of freshman year to the end of senior year. All four other members were two years younger than me. Most of them were extremely immature. The rhythm guitarist was not a competent player, and his amp was almost always muted at shows. The singer wasn't familiar with the songs, and was very pitchy. The few original songs we had were either instrumental, or had awful lyrics with no rhythm written by the rhythm guitarist. The drummer controlled almost everything. He picked most of the songs we played and he usually made setlists by himself. We almost exclusively played Green Day covers, because they were his favorite band. I'd suggest other bands and songs to cover, and he'd almost always reject them because "they weren't popular enough". He'd say we need to focus on popular songs, yet he'd make us play obscure Green Day deep tracks nobody in the audience would know. A few times, he refused to make a setlist, and had us pick songs onstage in the middle of the show. He tried telling me what bass to use. At one point, he suggested making a hierarchy within the band, and elected himself president because I opposed some of his drastic ideas. He dropped this within a day, but when I asked him about it the next day he denied it ever happened. It all came to a head before our final show with the original lineup, at a grad party. Earlier that week, the drummer said he expected us to play for 3-4 hours at the party, because they were paying us. We barely had two hours of material. The night before the show, I told the drummer we should make a setlist tomorrow before the show. He said we didn't have time. The next morning, the drummer and the guitarists were together before the show, and they made a setlist. It was full of songs that we either never rehearsed together, we had rehearsed and they sounded awful, or that only two or three members had learned. I quit then, but I came back and played that show because I was friends with the graduate. I knew my time with them was limited. I was starting college in the fall, and I had planned to leave the group as soon as I could form a new band in college. We had a few other shows planned for the summer, and even though I was anxious to leave, I decided it would be right to finish out those gigs. The rest of them wanted nothing to do with me. They called off all but one of the upcoming shows. The drummer said we should "take a break", but two days later, they announced my replacement. I was glad to be free from their control. Since then, I've focused on working on my technique and songwriting skills, and I've vastly improved on both. Sorry for the rant.