He strummed the strings on his guitar as he hummed a soft tune. While the moon was high and bright, and the silver stars glittered in the night sky, his spirit was lower than he had expected it to be. It had not been an easy day for him, which was putting it very mildly. Not only had Dictator decided to attack the city again, but the recording session he and his brothers had had that day had been all but successful. Someone had moved his guitar, therefore Alvin had to waste precious recording minutes to tune it again. Theodore's drum skin over the snare had a tear in it, so they had to run out and get another. And Simon's glasses had broken t