"Linnea, MJ, I love you, but you are waaaay to happy in the mornings." Tanya muttered, lifting her head up to look at Engel's lead singer. She, not surprisingly, had been the first to get to the airport, as she had always been a little paranoid of arriving for a flight late. "Where's Sticks? I need someone to be miserable with." A pause, then, "No, seriously, where is he? I'm about to text-spam him so he'll get his a*s here already." It was about then she noticed the strap held reverently in MJ's hands. "Hey, guitar man, what's that?"