A shirt, some pants, more shirts, clothes flew down the stairs of the small house where the Winters family resided. It had gone unnoticed for a little while, until an older woman walked through the entry, giving a frown as she saw the rain of laundry flying past her nose. "Eric Charles Winters!" she called out, a sock flying with a pause in the throwing. "Oh, didn't know you were home," a younger male voice said from up the stairs, not making himself seen. Part of it was he was busy, but mostly fear.<br/><br/>"You'd better have a very good excuse why the laundry I just finished is now on the floor of the living room," she said up to the empty stairs. There was silence for a while. "I'm looking for a drumstick?" he responded, a daring move because that wasn't a very good reason to be chucking clothes down the stairs. "If you expect to go to your little practice today then I won't see a single thing on this floor when I come back into the living room," she said, sighing and walking away.<br/><br/>The young man up in his room gave a sigh as well, upset that she always said something like that. 'Your little practice,' 'that music thing,' it was never something important to her, as much as it was to him. He was going to school, had a job and was supporting himself, what more did they want? To them it was just a hobby, but it was so much more. It was his life, it was everything to him, his friends and the band. No time to deal with that now, he had to find Righty and Lefty.<br/><br/>Finally, after picking up the carnage of clothing he'd left downstairs and finding the two sticks under his bed, he headed outside to his car. While small, it was just big enough to hold his equipment, all of the drums, hardware, cymbals... Why was he a drummer again? Glancing down at his hands, a small grin took his face, noticing that they were tapping out a rhythm on his legs. Right, that's why. He moved to the car, pulling his phone out of his pocket, flipping through the contacts to find their guitarist. Karma, the youngest, but easily most spirited of the group. Getting into the driver's seat, he pressed 'Call' and waited as it rang. Where the hell were they practicing today?