Tommy and you had never really gotten along. He'd always been rude, but also flirty. It was infuriating.

You had a band, called Poison Ivy. The band was pretty known for making covers of other famous songs. Tommy and his friends usually sat in you basement, watching you practice. You didn't want him there. One reason why is that your band friends shipped you. And they did not hide it.

Today was no different. You and your band members were practicing, choosing a song to play. They wanted to play "Hat & Blod" by Ebba Grön. Sure, why not?

During the part where they sang "Förortsbarn, nananananana, kärleksbarn" (suburban kid, love kid), your friends first pointed at Tommy and then at you. Emplying that it fit you two.