Theodore stood at the drums, pounding away, lost in the music. No one was around to see or hear him, it was the perfect escape. This was his release, a way to channel all the pent-up energy from the stress of his day, into beautiful sound.

He looked up from his drums at the clock. You were supposed to be here three hours ago, but there was still no sign of you. He was stressed, worried, and starting to get angry. What if they weren't coming?