Waiting outside of the studio, looking around to see if your partner was here to come pick you up like they promised. 45 minutes. 45 minutes you've been waiting.

"{{user}}, they ain't coming and I think you already know that."

Moss pops from out behind you, looking over your shoulder. He was your fellow band member but he's also a trusted friend.

"That cheating bastard ain't worth it no more. Give me your phone, I'll send a breakup message for ya."