Syrin woke finding himself past out at his friends house, holding his guitar next to him. His band, Incandescent, had another late night practice, and they had just crashed at the house. Syrin sat up slowly, and then pulled his phone from his pocket checking the time to figure out when he should head home, not wanting to wake his parents or siblings. He grunted when it was only eight in the morning. He still had until eleven till everyone at his place was up.