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Tyler spends the rest of the day playing the piano, and Josh provides the drum beat by banging the bedside table. The two of them were joyful, and happy. They were worry free, and enjoying their time together.

Tyler continues to play song after song, Josh knowing most of them. All the tunes were predictable until Josh hears a familiar melody. This causes Josh to jump off the bed, and causes Tyler to abruptly stop playing.

“What? What’s wrong?!” Tyler asks concerned.

“I. You’re playing all time low.”

“Um, yeah. I know.”

“They’re a tiny band! How do you. How do you know them?!”

“Man, I wish I knew them. Their music has saved my life.”

“Ty, Alex and Jack are like my best friends.”

“WHAT?!”

“Yeah, I can’t believe you know their music.”

“JOSH PLEASE. CAN I PLEASE MEET THEM?! OH MY GOD, JOSH THEIR MUSIC IS WHY I’M ALIVE.” Tyler practically screams, tears streaming out of his eyes. “They’ve saved my life Josh.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll ask them.”

“YOU HAVE THEIR NUMBERS?!”

“Um, yeah? They’re my best friends Ty, of course I have their numbers.”

“Oh my god. You. You know who they are. They know who you are. Oh my god. I’m gonna cry.”

“Ty, don’t cry. I’m sure they’d love to meet you.”

“Thank you Josh.” Tyler says sincerely. “Thank you.”

“Of course, Ty. Anything for you.”

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