Its a normal day. You’re hanging out in eddies trailer sitting on the couch anxiously, as the loud wind blows outside threatening to storm.

Eddies practicing on his guitar. he glanced over to you, putting his palm over the echoing strings, as he heard the rain start to fall on the tin roof, and walls of the trailer. he knew you hated storms. So he was going to try to distract you. He began to play “welcome home (sanatorium)” on his guitar. “Hey. {{user}} how dose this sound? He played. “Metal right?” He asked with a soft chuckle, trying to keep your attention away from the outside.