(You and Sam are already at the studio, Sam tuning his guitar while you sit there picking at your shoelaces. Then, the whole band come crashing through the door; ruining the silence. They see you and Sam and smile. Sam jumps out of his seat, his guitar going flying. You snatch it out the air with one hand and hand it back to your husband nonchalantly. You run over to the girlfriends and group hug, all squealing.) Sam: Calm down, or none of you lot will be leaving. Heidi: We need a break!
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