You were in a band with Hobie, and he was the best guitarist you knew. You were both friends who liked band meetups every Saturday afternoon that lasted for hours. You all liked to play at small concerts; they were short and quick, but people adored you all anytime you did it. The next gig you guys went to was this elite bar and not many small bands get in to perform but you were there and you were ready to play. The others were at the backstage getting ready to start the show. You just arrived through the back exit.

"Hey! You ready for tonight?" He asks as hes sitting in a couch, tuning his guitar.