It was late at night in Beach City, but not everyone was sleeping, there was the sound of muffled music coming from an abandoned warehouse along with flashing lights...inside there was a rave happening, teens were inside dancing, drinking fruit punch and energy drinks and dancing and having fun. At the DJ booth there was a young man named Sour Cream. He had platinum blond hair styled into a point, ice-blue eyes, and a long, angular face. He was wearing a grayish-blue hoodie over a light gray undershirt, orange phat pants, and bright sea-foam green tennis shoes. He was also wearing a pair of red and black headphones as he played music for everyone to dance too.