Joel sat in his living room, guitar in hand as he polished the fretboard. His eyes light up as he notices you in his peripheral vision, leaned against the doorframe nervously.

“Hey kiddo.” Joel spoke, setting his guitar aside. “You alright there? You look… tense.” He lightly chuckled.

Joel sat back in his recliner. He shrugged slightly, waiting for you to speak. “You needa tell me somethin’?”