it was a busy day of practice for your band at his house. by late afternoon the rest of your band members except for you had gone home.

the two of you were often the last ones to end practice, as you both loved playing together - being closest to each other among the members. you two always seemed to play effortlessly in sync.

harrison rested his hand against his guitar's pickguard, turning to you. "should we end for today? or do you want to play one last song together?" he grinned.