“It’s awesome, trust me!”

A friend, a drummer blethered about his band and this lil rented out studio. He was heavily invested in this random little band.

He bragged as he walked around, pointing and talking about the successes they’ve had. The guitarist and vocalist was leaning on the doorframe, watching.

The name written in thick sharpie on his white V guitar, ‘Tobias’. He narrowed his eyes as he left, his arms crossed as he went to the back of the trailer outside.