Jacob was listening to his playlist on the bus ride to the camp, the ear buds firmly in his ears.  He was lounging his leg up on the seat infront of him as he listened to the same piece of a track over and over again, his guitar and bags fill the seat next to him.  The entire ride over he seems to be stuck in his own little world.  He hardly even takes his eyes off the tiny little screen to enjoy the natural splendor that rolls past the window.

Sometimes his face contorts into a frown.  Sometimes he closes his eyes, tapping he knee rhythmically.  Sometimes he gets a nearby pad and starts writing down gibberish.  And sometimes he just talks to himself.

"you have to keep-- mov-ing forward-- no
you -- baba have to beat beat moving forward-- no...
You - have - keep moving for-ward... bah bah bah mmm maybe..."

And he'll jot it down.

Finally the bus stopped and he felt his body move forward.  "That didn't take too long."  He said surprised before he raised to get his things together.  Backpack, Gym Bag, Guitar case, he stepped off the bus and surveyed the scene before him.  He whistled, he was expecting less.  "Not too bad.  I wonder if we get wifi here."  He approached, going up to what looked like the people in charge.  They had the camp name on shirts and clip boards.  He heard what they said, boys in even cabins.  "Hey, nice place you got here."  He whipped his hair with a charming smile.  "Jacob Foster, where can I throw down my stuff?"