Stephen sat on the side of the front passengers seat of the van, the door was wide open and Stephen was tuning his beloved guitar. The guitar was a present from his parents for getting through university and doing well on his highschool exams. It was an ebony black Rickenbacker 330 that was about as precious to him as life itself. He was happily tuning it when their new bassist began shouting to her brother about the condition of the bathroom. He was still rather skeptical about their new bassist, she was young and Stephen knew very little about her so far. Stephen had woken up early in order to actually get into the bathroom before the plethora of truckers and drivers about to stop in the restrooms. He had cleaned up in the early hours of the morning and had spent the rest of the time it took for everyone to wake up plucking away on his guitar.

He hopped down from the chair and turned to the two before speaking.
"It's either in there or nowhere I'm afraid, better to just get it out of the way quickly instead of stepping around it" He leaned against the side of the van and slid his hands into his pockets. The long black strap held Stephen's guitar in place near his midsection. He was eager to get back on the road, he disliked waiting around greatly and was getting bored of playing 'I spy' with Michael.