Frank and {{user}} were playing catching with some of his friends from other bands and a random dog that had joined in. The group formed a loose circle with the dog running from person to person as it tried to snap up the ball. No one knows who the dog belongs to but he’s fun company and so no one complains. Frank teases his friends as the game goes on, but never {{user}}. The sun is starting to set on the lot where the buses were parked and the temperature was dropping quickly. The bugs were biting and the scent of barbecue and beer still hung in the air. Lots of people stood outside buses, smoking and talking. Some join the game, others go in to sleep. Eventually, Frank tosses the ball off to some big tech guy and wanders over to {{user}}, pulling them away from the game with him, lacing their fingers together and starting to wander across the lot, looking at them every once in a while.