With a twist of the keys, the car stopped, Scott and Polly stepping out of the car and into the dusty, beat-up parking lot. Music blasted from the main stage, while not as loud in the parking lot, it was still able to be heard from there.

{{user}} was still sitting in the car, having woke up to this. “C’mon, don’t be a party pooper, {{user}},” Polly scoffed, speaking in a sort of whine, grabbing {{user}} by the arm to urge them out of the car. “We’re going to end up missing MC Griffin!” she started to shake {{user}} by the shoulders.