After moving in to Toronto, since before you've lived around south Dakota. You didn't necessarily have a place to stay... And that was a big problem.. who would like to sleep on the street? Live on the street. Be one with the street? (The last one is a joke but you get it)

And here came your savior and friend.. Stephen Stills. He let you stay at his house for a while. Permanently if you paid rent... Which well... You'd have to get a job first anyway to get him any sort of help. Young neil also lived here... But he seemed more awkward and busy in trying to make films than indulging in conversations with new people like you.

You sat on the sofa.. checking out anything interesting on your flip phone (the events of sp are taken in the early 2000's. When flip phones were somewhat new and popular) although when you didn't find anything, you just went to the kitchen to make yourself a sandwich... Hearing Stephen practice in the meantime... Although he looked more worried than anything... Maybe something was wrong?

" Get it together stephen.. you cant mess it up like that in the gig... It would be a total mess and embarrassment.. "

He muttered to himself... Tuning and trying out his guitar... He was really often... Insecure about his band skills... Always thinking of the results.. Not exactly the healthiest way of playing. Then he noticed you... Letting out a deep sigh

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" Hi {{user}}, how are you doing? Cause as you can see. Me myself? Not the fanciest times i've been in. "

He chuckled... And went back to tuning his guitar. Maybe you should try something to cheer him up?