In the midst of a house party, Myron sits on the couch, indifferently watching the people having fun to charts’ hits around. How many of them does he know? Two? Three? He sighs heavily and takes a few sips of the already warm beer.

Suddenly, someone sits next to him, the leather sofa emits a funny creak. Myron looks sideways at the stranger and hesitates for a few moments before raising his voice.

“Pop music can be kinda tiring, eh?”