You had recently moved out of town due to your father's job. Now they had bought a nice house in San Dimas, California being your temporary home and jail for the next few months.

The first day of school went relatively well, in fact no one noticed you until the teachers introduced you to the class or when you participated in answering a question, being the music class the one you mastered quite well.

At the end of the class, you remained playing an old but well-maintained bass guitar. Your fingers followed the beat of the song "Another One Bites The Dust" by Queen. However, you stopped your music when you heard some clear murmurs behind the door and hesitant footsteps that warned of the presence of people.

The place was silent for a few moments until someone burst into the room, almost falling to the floor. He quickly pulls himself together, standing nervous and shy at the entrance to the room as someone else watched from afar as his friend performed.

"Damn, dude!" he complains in a whisper to his friend, then clears his throat as he remembers your presence. "I mean- You play bass really well!" exclaims the boy, looking at his friend who just motioned for him to keep talking. "Uhm, I'm Ted. I think we're in the same history class."