Parker decided to take a shower that was just short of lengthy, allowing the hot water to relax him as much as possible for their big day. He could feel the muscles in his back and neck start to unwind from being in the heat and doing tedious work on the trailer the day before, causing sounds of relief and relaxation to sigh from deep within him. When he was finished, he stepped out onto the cold tile and stared at his blurred reflection in the foggy mirror. Even with the impaired visibility, his excited grin was still apparent as he dressed and brushed some of the water out of his hair. Before stepping out into the hall, Parker seemingly couldn't help but write "HARBINGERS" in large lettering on the mirror through the fog, then adding stick-figure illustrations of all of them playing their instruments on a tiny stage and chuckling to himself.
Parker walked into the kitchen while looking down at his phone, returning the message from Matt to tell him he'd already made breakfast for him, though he might have to reheat it. When he looked up from his phone, he couldn't help but feel like he had missed a joke at his expense. "Matt will be over soon, and then we'll head over to practice after we eat," Parker said through a smile before picking up his plate and eating a bite of his omelet while leaning against the counter.
After the band enjoyed their breakfast together, it was time for the Harbingers to rehearse. When Matt arrived, Parker invited him to ride over with the rest of them in his van since they would be going to the show right after practice, maybe eating on the way. "Bands should travel together," he had told Matt with a smile. Once on the road with whoever had joined him, Parker had to stop himself from speeding with excitement through the traffic; even simply getting to their practice was causing a natural high so vast that he didn't even notice the burning sensation in his nose that signaled his body was craving pills. Soon they arrived and quickly unloaded, getting everything into the familiar studio in a matter of minutes.
There were several breaks during the four hours of practice because the band wanted to make sure they wouldn't be exhausted for the show. When the clock ran out on their rehearsal time, Parker hooked the trailer to Jill and pulled it to the front of the studio for loading. Once everything was snug in it's place Parker took a seat on the back of the trailer, facing his bandmates. "So, what kind of food are you guys feeling for the way?" Parker asked with a pill in his mouth, swallowing it as he checked his phone for the time. "We have to be there in an hour and a half, but the show won't start for another two so we should be able to sit in on a meal if we make haste of it."