Erik gathered his gear, all ready for his camping trip to a cabin in the middle of nowhere. It would be good for the creative processes and get some of those riffs flowing. He checked over his items. Phone, guitar, strings, clothes, bedding... What else? Camera! He packed his digital camcorder into his bag neatly on top of everything else. He didn't necessarily like being out in the bush, cut off from civilisation but it had been two months and not even any ideas for a single song yet. They had to knuckle down or else the studio would be on the band's back like an abusive gorilla. Sure, his band mates were awesome and all, but the real writing process came down to Erik and Alexis, his bass player. He reached for the phone and dialled.