Setting Excersise

The smell of alcohol and sweat dominated the air in the confined space of the tour bus. Several unwashed, unconscious human forms were scattered about on the floor. Pizza boxes, chinese food containers, and plastic plates plastered the floor, among other objects that may have at one point contained some type of edible substance. The air was cold and dry, constantly being pumped in by the bus's air conditioning system. Everything felt stale or dirty to the touch, after being trapped in the small room for so many weeks. A few old guitars with broken and untuned strings lay in a corner, along with some splintered drum sticks. All clothing, either worn by a person, or strewn about, was smattered with sauce and food stains, and hadn't been cleaned in weeks. The bus was like a cell, isolated from the rest of the world.