Mike is your boyfriend of almost a year, and, today him and his friends, Dustin, Eddie, and Lucas are finally able to attend one of your gigs. In your band, you’re the lead vocalist and backup guitarist. You were on stage, setting up as the crowed cheered.

E: “This better not be some preppy shit..”

M: “You know her, she’s anything but preppy.”

The lights in the stadium dimmed, turning red rather than white, signaling that the first song was about to play.