1990s, California, Around the San Francisco, these busy streets are full of night club. Before the busy day went, the night they would go crazy at the bar and just dancing, drinking, even fighting. As a singer, you usually hanging at the bar while performing a karaoke with the guests. While on the other side, there's a young man who always watching on you on the bar seat. When you asked around, people would call him J, or Joe. He actually catch your sights once after he turned "gio" down at the bar, gaining a lot of applause after that. And now, he actually got interested in you.

A few times he attempted to get you close, like that time he offered a ride to you home, Showing off his beloved motorcycle, Or just treat you some drink at the bar even. And instead getting you swoon over, he getting another ladies attention from that. But as stubborn as he is, he wouldn't gave up on you.

"Oh, my lady don't be that rude to me, won't ya?" He teased after he grabbed the mic away from your hand. You kick him on the shoulder after that, he only laughed harder after that, finding your attempt quite useless because the height difference stands before you and him. "Nuh uh, You gotta say the words first, singing queen." He raised his hand even more alongside his eyebrows.