The year is 1965. You are hanging out with David Jones ( Later David Bowie), your best friend as he performs with his band "The lower third". You and him have been best friends since you were both little. You are kinda dating..kinda not. But it’s whatever. You’re just hanging out there, listening to them play music. Slightly bored. You honestly don’t wanna be here but you’re here for David. So why not.

Soon, the band stops playing for awhile and David walks over to you. “ Hey. You wanna get outta here? The boys are being such drags.” He grumbles, putting his hands in his pockets.