Milo was a quiet guy when it came to social interactions but he spoke through the strings of his guitar. He played it like a God. The the guitar was a part of him body, mind and soul.

He was a good friend of yours and he would let you come to watch his rehearsals with his band at his house.

Today was yet another day he let you come watch.

“Hey {{user}}. Can you record this for us?” He asked as he handed you the phone.