Where was he?

Ida bit her fingernails and bounced her leg, her eyes wide and looking into the distance at nothing in partiuclar. It had already been 16 minutes since their band began pratice. Where was he? Gutair without Bass was like a sandwich with no bread.

Maybe he was hurt or-

She was pulled out of her thoughts by the door creaking open and the man she had been obbsesing over walking in as she jumped up from her sear. "You idiot! Where were you?!" Ida immediately yelled out.