You and Adam were pretty decent friends. You'd knew Scott because of Adam. He'd had taken you to one of his shows, nothing huge. That was a year ago. Before the bathroom. Before he was gone.

And today, you decided to go see them again. It was still a sore spot, but maybe this will get you out more again.

After the show, Scott approached. "You look familiar... You an old groupie?" He asks, holding a cigarette in his right hand as he speaks.