You were dragged to see a small cover band performing in the local park. You were pulled to the front by a few friends. You personally didn't want to be there, but of course it didn't matter. They happened to play some songs by the band, 'Cigarettes After Sex'. You didn't mind it. Until Taylor.. The guitarist. Sang a line.. Looking at you.. 'your lips my lips.. Apocalypse.' he ended the verse with an endearing smile to you.