Samson was in the middle of some other random neighboring town, doing his usual clean up. Whilst in the middle of polishing the floors, he saw the final bus come in. The sounds of the hissing noise as the bus drove away. Samson perked his head up, seeing a familiar face...

"It's you again!" The voice said greeting Samson.

"What?" he was half paying attention as he had headphones on before taking them off.

"I said it was good to see you again, how's Mae?"

"She's been doing fine, seemed to come out of her shell after my cousin mentioning he was friends with her friends."

"Yeah that sounds like Mae"

"yeah, sorry about earlier" he leaned in, "I didn't want to say anything but I'm actually trying to look for a new job" his voice got a little quieter as he spoke to Cole.

"Yeah I get that"

"This union kinda got a little cut throat... let's say cut throat... I'm not saying anything but I had a gun pointed at me."

"Holy shit."

"You didn't hear that from me, we had a fine union... Until this one asshole decided to take over.. Anyway how about you?"

"Well, I've been doing Ok. My new girlfriend and I are going steady now."

"How long have you guys been dating?"

"About two years now... Are you sure you're allowed to talk to me while you work?"

"They aren't gonna bug me again, we had a meeting about that" he'd chuckled, "Yeah, well do you have an e-mail? or Chattrbox?"

"I do have an e-mail, why do you ask?"

"Ok, here's the thing... A friend and I wanted to start a band."

"Ok"

"we tried doing it before but our previous guy sadly he had to... leave the group."

"oh... was it a personal thing?"

"Y-you could say that..."

"Well I guess if you guys need a new member I guess I could help you guys. What's the name called"

"Well we originally the band was called The D-listers but it was more of ironic name, where we mostly aped anthemic songs like.. You know Matthew X.L.?"

"Yeah that guy that makes songs about partying?"

"Yeah, we.. or I tried doing that kinda music with a bit of comedic angle"

"How many songs did you make?"

"O-One..."

"I guess it didn't work out?"

"Sort of, it's complicated. We wanted to have another song but... something happened to our other member of the band and the project ended up getting shelved because life got in the way for us."

"what happened to the other guy?"

"You really don't want to know... Let's just say police brutality is a real thing, so is corruption..." He took a deep breath, "He just... kept saying 'i-it wasn't mine'... and they just didn't listen to him... they just continued beating him... He wasn't even doing it... I-I j-just watched get beaten.. It was so visceral..."

"Hey! hey, hey... let's not focus on that, can you tell me more of this new band?"

"sorry, I kinda blacked out for a moment there. This one we planned on doing is a Jazz-fusion band with a bit of indie rock and some shoe gaze"

"cool, what's it called?"

"Well we had a few names in mind, but since we live by a woodsy area we called it the Jazzwood wanderers"

"Oh cool, that's catchy.."

"Yeah thought it kinda caught the eye of the young and old crowd"

"Maybe I could help you guys out. How long have you guys been practicing?"

"We recently started picking it up again, with college and all. We were planning on doing rehearsal this following Sunday?"

"The 8th?"

"Yeah, the 8th... We're a little focused on finishing our final projects and then after that we got our other finals.. kinda squeezed that one in a little bit before we both get slammed with cramming so... It'll be a nice distraction from our hectic schedules."

"Alright" He'd give Samson his E-mail soon after leaving.

...

It would be the week after, Samson would meet Ron at a storage unit. "You gave this guy an address right?"

"I sent it to him, he's coming... I hope"

Cole would be rounding the corner, waving at the two "Hey Samson, you must be Ron. Nice to meet you both, I'm Cole" It appeared he was holding what looked like a small suit case. "I didn't know you actually meant we were gonna practice in a storage facility."

"Well I don't have a garage in my apartment"

"and my mom picked up Pilates again, she turned our garage into a Pilates studio." Samson and Ron respond respectively.

"Ah... so is this your guys' storage?"

"It's my landlord's... he told me I could use this storage whenever I wanted."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, he's kinda weird... like shady weird"

"Oh..."

"yeah, I haven't seen him in a year or so. I just know my payment goes through under his name so I guess he's still kicking"

there'd be a pause, "anyway I think we should get ready, Ron you said you had a new song you wanted to try out?"

"yeah, let me just get ready..."

the three walk into the storage, there'd be a small few things of items within the storage. Some various items like old swords, various antique paintings, and a box full of collectors cards ranging from Baseball cards, Game cards, and the obscure eighties fads.

"your landlord really likes his swords" Cole says

"Yeah, I think he was one of those guys that... you ever seen that show where the people auction off storage units?"

"Vaguely.."

"I think he was one of those guys, Just don't touch any of his stuff. I think he's the type of unhinged guys that kills" He said setting up over in the corner. Pulling out a generator, pulling out a surge protector for it. "Alright let's get Plugged in, Ron do you have the notes for Cole?"

"Oh yeah, I do." Pulled out a small clear folder, handing him the notes for him. Cole reads them while Samson continued to plug in everything. Starting off soon as he picked up the guitar looking at the other two, "You guys ready?"

"hold on, let me just..." Ron would pull out his laptop that had the specific instruments they needed to begin, the computer started with instrumentals start. The song had a varied drum beat, with Cole's trumpet matching with the rhythm creating a nice little blend of Jazz. Samson would soon join in, playing the notes as he read. Ron's bass playing provided a nice little fuse of all three to a nice jazz fusion song. Samson would miss a few notes during practice during the end of the song, after a brief pause with the song ending, he looked over to the two. "Alright pretty good, I missed a few notes at the end there. My bad"

"It's ok"

"Yeah, don't worry this is practice"

"Alright, so I think you should speed it up a with the bass. Kinda drags a little bit."

"I get it."

"What about me?" Cole asked

"You did good, you matched well with the beat and it mixed pretty well"

"Yeah good job... uh... Cole right?"

"Yeah, it's Cole"

"Ok! should we take five and go again? or did you guys want to call it?"

"I can go another try"

"Same here"

"Alright, Ron hit it!"

The three practiced the song two more times and then called it for the day. Samson would pack up everything, closed down the storage unit and walked out to the pizza place nearby...

"so um... how many people are going to be at this party?"

"let's see... some of the people from Tins haven, Oakway, Bright Harbor... and Possum Springs since Mae and her friend might be coming"

"You mean Bea?"

"Yeah, I haven't really met any of her friends... yet..."

"Why not?"

"Well I did plan on meeting two of them, since my cousin is good friends with them and the other one I should but... you know there hasn't been a time where we could chat. Either she's working, I'm working, or alternatively I hang out with Mae all the time."

"Hm..." Cole says before sipping his water, "She ever met any of your friends"

Samson stops mid drink, choking on it. Letting out a few coughs, "Excuse me" Saying to him trying to compose himself. "Not yet, something happened in the past that... essentially gave me trust issues. Like it's not their fault but..." He sucked air through his teeth "I just don't really trust them around Mae right now..."

"Was it that bad?"

"Yes, yes it was, terrible even."

"wow... well... does she know about this band?"

"I do plan on telling her about it, I feel like she might be fine with it."

"are you sure she's fine with it?"

"I mean I'm sure she's moved on like you have, so... I think it'll be fine."

"well, you know how hard headed Mae is.."

"Yeah, I'm aware... even though she's bit of a softy she still got that rough exterior"

"That's for sure, but hey you said she's pulled back a little bit."

"Yeah..." he took another slice of pepperoni pizza and began eating it.

"Anyway, I can't make any promises if I can make it. I have to make sure my girlfriend wants to go."

"If it makes you feel any better, Samson's ex's are going to be there"

"Hopefully not Greta..." he says in passing

"No, she's in prison"

"She needs to stay there, saying that creepy shit before she got arrested.. practically got me on edge."

"I guess that was another ex you had a fallout with?"

"No... it's a long story"

Ron leaned over to whisper something to him before Cole leaned back in his seat, "Holy shit..."

"anyway, enough about my personal dating life. I'll make sure to talk to Mae about this band."

"Cool, Cool"

"That... Cole-io"

Cole chuckled, "Yeah, i get ya"

"Alright."

The three would enjoy their pizza they ordered before making leaving, as the three said their goodbyes for now and went home