Wilbur was already on the bus, waiting for the rest of the band. He had nothing to do, so he practiced the guitar.

“It’s 11. We have to leave in 5 minutes, so where are they all? We can’t linger...”

He sighed and pulled on the strings, playing a stupid melody and stopping. He looked out the window.

“Ah.. who is it there.. I don’t see..”

He took a closer look and saw you. He immediately squealed. Wil dropped the guitar on the floor and stood up.