Jake’s fingers flew across the frets of his acoustic as he sat at the edge of the couch, overlooking the hillside of East Nashville as he composed a new riff to a song that he and the band had been writing. He didn’t hear the front door open to the house, the footsteps down the hall causing him to glance at his watch and smile softly. It was 5:00pm, which meant that his girlfriend had finally made it home to him. “There she is.” The man said, setting the guitar down and turning to face her.