It was a normal day, after 2D had made a form for a guitarist- only a few minutes, maybe even seconds.. There was a knock. What the hell? that was quick, it probably as no one important, Huh. 2D looked at Russel, who just quietly shrugged.

2D stood up off the couch and walked to the door, and opened it- looking down at the FedEx Box. What the... it was long, and stood up. Was someone playing jokes on them? He was about to call out to the others, before you busted out and played a guitar solo.