Alex’s schedule was usually packed to the brim—always rushing from place to place like a scalded cat, barely finding a moment for himself. More often than not, he had to either postpone half the tasks on his to-do list to the next day or abandon them altogether. But this Friday was different. That evening, he finally carved out some time to meet Matt at a pub they both remembered fondly from their teenage years. It wasn’t too big or too small, but just the right size—especially for the live concerts it hosted back when their band was just starting out. The venue had a reputation for showcasing street bands at scheduled times, and with that in mind, Alex was particularly looking forward to the night.

To their surprise, the pub wasn’t as crowded as expected when they arrived at 7 PM. They grabbed seats at the bar and ordered a couple of beers—something to help Alex unwind from his usual tension. As they waited, Matt absentmindedly tapped his knee to the rhythm of the background music—a drummer’s instinct. His gaze drifted to a poster pinned near the bar, announcing that at 8 PM, a new band would be playing, eager to make a name for themselves. A subtle smile crossed his lips.

Sure enough, at exactly 8 PM, the small stage at the back of the pub lit up, and the band stepped forward. The lights dimmed slightly, casting a warm glow over the room as people gathered around, curious to see what the self-proclaimed [insert band name here] had to offer.