“i’m sorry, dude. that was the last thing that was on the truck,” casey said, carefully putting down the amp he’d been hauling and wiping his hands on his pants. “are you sure it was supposed to be on this truck? because if it was, i might be able to call back to my buddy in shipping– he might be able to track it down…”
Taeri had to remind herself to practice patience, that she was grateful of the things that came to her and the band, and that they likely didn’t lose her guitar on purpose. That didn’t change the fact that it was lost, but losing her temper wasn’t going to fix anything. “I’m pretty sure. The others’ stuff was on there. I’m not sure why mine--” She stopped herself, taking a deep breath. “Could you please check with him?”















