Dangling his feet over the back of the couch, Søren was laying with his head hanging off the front of the seat. In his hands he firmly held Nete, his beloved bass guitar named for one of the Mousai Apollonides. His fingers gently sliding along the strings and across the strings as he played a sponatneous song that grew and changed with every passing moment. 

Søren sighed happily. He loved these moments him and Nete only, everything but the music they were creating forgotten. 'If only it could be like this all the time' Søren thought to himself as he continued to play. His eyes closed softly as he let his mind meld into the melody that he and Nete created. 
 
Three short honks from a horn followed by a fourth longer one broke the serenity of Søren's mind. Throwing his feet over his head he rolled off the couch and onto his feet, and played a final a chord to the improvised song. Slowly removing the bass from his grasp he set her in her case. He sighed again this time in slight aggravation as his phone went off, it was almost defintely Parker asking him to grab something and to tell Søren it was time to head to practice. Grabbing his phone he unlocked the screen and checked. "Yep it's from Parker," he confirmed out loud, "And, he wants me to get him a shirt. Of course." 

With Nete safetly settled into her case, he closed it and set it by the door. Søren then proceeded to grab his black and red striped jacket, slip it on, slide his phone into the jacket's pocket and grab a miscellaneous shirt for Parker. Not even bothering to text Parker, he gingerly picked up the case by the door exiting the apartment and locked it behind him. 

Stepping out of the apartment building, Søren approached Parker's van. Opening the passenger door he chucked the shirt at his friend and stepped in after placing his guitar behind the seat. 

Looking over at his friend Søren mockingly called out, "Come on Parker for someone so impatient you seem to take forever to get ready. You don't even look like you're ready for band practice and to think you are four years my elder, the shame."