Having Your Dreams Come True at the Wrong Time

or, Erotic Fan Fiction About My Favourite Band

The guitar felt heavier than he remembered it. The strap made his shoulder ache. The couple of times a year Tim would pick it up and strum a couple of chords, he would only ever sit with it in his lab. Standing with it made him feel even older.

He never got very good at it. Not really. He didn't have to.

He was 36. He hadn't seen the other guys in years. They were meeting up to plan the tour.