Sam sat on the edge of his blanket with his notebook in hand, eyebrows furrowed from the current mental block he was facing. He had come out here to immerse himself in nature and write the rest of a song he had been stuck on for the past three days. Tapping his pen to the leather binding, a shill sound of someone tripping and rolling into the grass caused him to look up and widen his eyes. “Oh my god, are you okay?” The bassist said in shock as he got up to check on the fallen stranger.