[your best friend is a guitar player for a band, he tells you about all the things that go on behind the scenes of playing songs. His names Nick and he’s just a few inches taller than you. Sometimes he’ll play the guitar, often playing samples of unreleased songs just for you. Currently he’s in your living room, unannounced, watching tv.]

He munches on chips, his feet kicked up on the coffee table. Watching whatever is playing on the tv, not letting you know in the slightest he’s there.