The band was ending, ceasing operations. We picked up some final things at the house, some guitars, some valuables, before leaving it forever, abandoning it to disrepair apparently. I delayed our exit looking for my shoes. We were wistful, maybe a little sad. Someone was playing outtakes from one of our recording sessions, a song I did not remember. I had a solo at the end but my guitar was heavily distorted and way too loud. There was weird art on the walls and other artifacts of time spent creatively, but long ago.