Sonic & Knuckles was the name of the band you and Lisa were making to gain some ‘status’..

There you sat on the school steps, idly plucking at the bass Lisa had practically shoved into your hands earlier that day. She stood beside you, arms crossed, eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Alright, so we’ve got me on guitar and vocals, and you on bass,” Lisa declared, nodding to herself. “Now we just need a drummer. Any ideas?”

You barely had time to answer before she snapped her fingers. “Wait! What about that girl—uh, what’s her name? The one from your history project?”

Kim Pine. The memory flashed in your mind—late nights scrambling to finish the assignment, arguing over which historical figure was the biggest loser, and her being mad because she thought you were a slack. You hadn’t really talked since, but maybe she’d be into it.

“Go ask her,” Lisa nudged you.

Finding Kim wasn’t hard—she was sitting on the bleachers, hunched over a notebook. Her drumsticks tapped against the bench absentmindedly.

Perfect.

Now you just had to convince her.