As the phone rang, Eric turned the radio to one of the stations he liked, grinning as he heard one of their influences playing. The song was just starting now too, how lucky was he? He turned it down some so he could still talk on the phone, but his other hand and feet were moving on their own, playing to the beat of the song. Their songs had a good backing to them, he and their bassist James worked well together to provide that rhythm for Karma and Ashlynn to match with their melodies, and Jeff finished it off with his wide range and awesome voice. The talent was definitely there, now if they could just figure out where practice was before hand, just once, they might get somewhere.<br/><br/>Finally she answered, and he smiled as he heard the guitarist's voice. It went away as she accused him of losing his sticks again. It was true, but still. "No, I have them right here. I knew they were under my bed the whole time," he said with a chuckle. "Hey, those are great names! And they're staying until these ones break, so there. Anyway," he said, starting another sentence, but was interrupted by her having him hold on a second.<br/><br/>Waiting a little bit, he sighed in relief as she said that Ashlynn was the one hosting their practice this time. "Oh, good. That's what I was calling about," he said, pulling his phone away as it went off as well, seeing the text with their keyboardist's address. "Pizza sounds good, I guess I'll-" he started, interrupted again by her hanging up suddenly. "Get the drinks," he finished alone, putting his phone in the passenger seat with his gear, and taking off to head for a grocery store.<br/><br/>About twenty minutes later he pulled up to the address he'd got, not quite sure if it was right. It seemed like a store, or at least it used to be. Grabbing the bags of drinks, he got out of the car and headed into the building to make sure he was in the right place. Finding the listing, he saw a familiar name and pushed the buzzer for that apartment.