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When Harald had left for America to see his brother, the rest of the band had headed home as well. Trygg had spent the past months visiting family and friends, traveling a little, but when Harald had told him the tour would be moving again he decided he should join the others. He'd gotten to LA earlier in the day. All he had was a large shoulder bag and his bass. He travelled lightly, always.
Walking up to the apartment building he wasn't sure what to expect, security was expected, but otherwise it was normal. He's waiting at the elevator and wondering where Harald might be. His eyes are on the numbers scrolling down and he could feel his stomach growling. He needed to get some food.
Walking up to the apartment building he wasn't sure what to expect, security was expected, but otherwise it was normal. He's waiting at the elevator and wondering where Harald might be. His eyes are on the numbers scrolling down and he could feel his stomach growling. He needed to get some food.
