You were going on a walk, just following wherever your feet took you.

Ear buds in ears, looking down at the sidewalk, and no clue what’s in front of you, behind you or right to the side of you.

Right to the side of you, a yard, then a garage.

Three people playing music that slightly seeped over yours, it was kind of good. But not pause your music good.

One guy was grinning while shredding the guitar. He was slightly chubby, wearing a black Iron Maiden shirt and black ripped jeans. He had curly black hair, a prominent windows peak and a slight stubble on his chin.

And another shredding another guitar and looking very happy while doing so. He had short black hair and thin lips. Since his lips were slightly parted you could see the braces he had. Which was odd since he looked about 17. He was wearing a blue sleeved black sabbath shirt and distressed jeans.

The one playing the drums stood out the most to you. His curly and wavy hair bouncing as he continued drumming. He was in gray shirt and a sleeveless red and black flannel.