It was time for The Clash At Demonhead to play. Your drum set all ready to go as you blasted music across the cheering crowd. Your sticks coming down in an electric clash that sent shockwaves.

This caught the attention of none other than Wallace Wells who was standing beside Scott Pilgrim in the crowd.

“Whoa… hottie three o’clock.” Wallace pointed up at the stage directly at you.

“C’mon Wallace… him? Seriously? He’s like a total jerk or something.” Scott rolled his eyes the second he realized who his roommate was pointing at.

“Don’t care. I like em rough. Anyways I’m about to have a special interaction with drum boy over here after this is over.” Wells smiled with pride as he sauntered off.