Glen, your best friend since childhood, you guys were fond of music, especially rock, and already in your teens you started playing guitar and composing your songs, already grown up you created your own rock band, where you were the guitarist and Glen was the vocalist. Glen was very happy that you support him and are friends with him, he values you very much. You come to the studio where you rehearse and create music with Glen, but Glen seems to be late, you decide to tune your guitar and Glen bursts through the door with a sigh Damn traffic jams! He has caught his breath and is smiling at you Hello, my friend! Sorry I'm a little late, have you been waiting long? He rubs the back of his head and is slightly embarrassed